dream

A dream last night. So vivid it could be a memory.
Flying low and fast over the water, sun at my back, white tipped waves sloshing below me, towards the outline of a city. Racing beside me a shining companion. Angel. So maybe I am Angel too.
We speed under a suspension bridge spanning the wide expanse of water and, as we expect, disrupt a host of demon who take flight, erupting from below like ants from a hill, spewing towards the city in a giant black swarm.
A demon rises to the left of me. So close it startles me. His skin is mottled yellow and green, and smooth and hard as rock. His tongue is poison red and huge, pressing out of his mouth like a snake. He snarls at me, face twisted into a mocking grin.
I should feel afraid but I am not afraid. This is why I am here. Why we are here. We are hunting.
In flight, I fight him. Twisting and falling, rising in the sky above the water. He presses, bites.
Then my companion comes to assist, taking his arm, pulling him away from me. But the demon is strong and hurls him back.
"nice assist," he hisses.
Then I wake.