I had a dream a few years back, that was quite possibly the most beautiful dream that I have ever had. Better than whisking my woman away on a beautiful tropical island, and making love for 72 hours in the back of a lime green Ferrari as rose pedals fell on us like rain.
For some reason in this dream I was in a really rough neighbourhood. I was looking for a place to park my truck and I finally settled upon a shady looking car lot and decided this would fit suit. I locked my doors and began walking to my destination. All of a sudden I see a group of young lads breaking into my truck. Not on my watch. Like a courageous lion I approached the pack of hyenas and slowly started to find myself getting beaten mercilessly. I was getting banged up left and right, baseball bats connecting to my head, and sharp kicks to the ribs.
All of a sudden a light shined from the east. It was the brightest light I had ever seen, it gave off an aura of warmth, but more importantly love, like true love in its rawest form. I looked up, beaten to a pulp (and still getting beaten) to see Tom Petty. He had come to save me. He did not throw a single offensive kick or punch, but his beauty repelled my attackers and they had no choice but to retreat. He was beautiful in my dream (not saying he isnt beautiful in real life).
When I awoke the next day I still remembered the dream vividly. I had to take a day off work to cope with what my mind had just rationalized the night before and to get control of myself (I was bursting into tears all day). It was Tom Petty and he saved me. If I was to describe him in my dream, he was simply "Angelic"- hence my username AngelicTomPetty.