Nothing, But a Dream

I've been having this dream for a little while now and it's bothering me. No one really has to read this...I just...need a place to put my thoughts. I don't even remember the dream that well, except that a few things repeat...things that bother me a bit...

I always see this man, wrapped in red cloth talking to me...

There had been many shadows following us wherever we went...

The way was lit with small, twinkling lights...circling around us like tiny fairies...

We were all inside the Ministry of Magic and there was chaos everywhere we went. I witnessed the ends of many lives...

And then there was the door. One that was unlike any other I had ever seen. I could remember that part so clearly...to the stained glass...to gold designs...the whiteness of its entire being against the shadows...And how I felt fear that it would open.

The man in red cloth would speak to me...saying it was up to me...

And it would end.

[sigh]

I have this distinct feeling I should be worried.