I am laying down (in reality) and have recently read in a book that 'every' aspect of a dream represents an aspect of 'self' ... not sure I agree with that. It doesn't take into account well documented psychic phenomena but I guess it is based on some century old 'gestalt' theory or something. The idea is to 'invite' any troubling figures for a chat and sit down with them, ask them "who are you?"
In the waking dream I am also laying or resting in the 'garden,' this place is very beautiful. Green grass with wild flowers and a river with crisp, clear waters flowing smoothly nearby. There is a huge tree near the river where I usually rest. God created this place, his angels move among the flowers here. The sun's glorious rays create a summer setting, you never will go cold here, even the river's waters are temperate.
There is an 'arch' angel who guards this place. It is an intimidating, tall figure, more angular than the other angels he glows golden. It usually doesn't speak and is quite intimidating.
In the real-world I have a head-ache while laying on my bed. In the dream I ask the arch-angel to sit with me. It moves forward slightly but does not sit. I ask "who are you?" and all I can sense is a type of disgust from it. The other angels are more friendly. I never would have spoken to the arch-angel except in the book the intimidating figures vanished soon after being recognized.
I ask again, "who are you?" it grabs me by the head with long fingers. Head-ache gets much worse. It's like each long finger is touching a different part of my brain, like the fingers go through my skull.
This is not what I expected.
The 'garden' is protected, above and beyond the sky it is like a plexi-glass bubble where the world moves by. Sometimes a person may look in ---but they can not enter.
"You can't do this. I am one of you!" In the dream I have wings which unfold, bright white feathers, the wings reach up to the golden sun.
The arch-angel releases me and turns around. They have a little more patience for their own kind. It's like a safety pass... even if they disagree they don't have authority, only God does. It's head snaps to and fro. It's mind seems unstable, or perhaps just different.
I lay on the soft moss and grass beneath the great tree and my head-ache evaporates. It is a very relaxing place, a good place to be before sleep.
The other angels are more friendly, sometimes they look like beings of pure light and other times they have strange features but mostly they look as you would expect.
I am grateful for this place, I think a part of me will always be here in this peaceful place.
Moral of the story? --Don't screw with arch-angels. They don't think like we do.