I took a long nap this afternoon and had a very vivid dream toward the end.
I'm not sure how to describe it, but in the beginning of the dream, I felt like my mind was blank, like a painter's canvas. Little by little, color started to emerge on the canvas, sort of like it was bleeding through from the back. Indistinct images started to take form, odd shapes and various colors. As I watched wondering what in the world was going on, every once in a while I'd see flashes, like a colorful glint of sunlight off a piece of metal, there and gone in an instant. Instead of trying to see what sorts of shapes were taking form in the emerging colors, I focused on the flashes of colorful light, trying to see what was causing them. At first, I saw only the flashes. Then, here and there, I saw what looked like torches splashing around what looked like liquid fire causing the flashes.
Then, I saw the angels, that is, the creatures I choose to call angels. Each one had two pair of flaming wings. Where there bodies should have been I only saw a blur of blueish light. They moved so quickly that I couldn't fix my eyes on one; I could only look in a general area and see one of the angels occasionally appear then vanish in an instant, splashing the liquid fire in a colorful streak of light. It was sort of like looking up into a general area of the night sky waiting for the streak of light from a meteor.
Finally, one of the angels stopped, long enough for me to take a good long look at him (it?). All I saw was a pair of black eyes staring at me, disapprovingly, almost the kind of look you get when you're seeing something you're not supposed to. I immediately stopped trying to see the angels and realized they had painted my room around me with the sunlight pouring through the window onto my bed. That's when I woke up.