During an eventful evening marked by the occurrence of the “Girl with the Dimes,” I transitioned into sleep and found myself in a setting that was both enigmatic and enlightening. In the depths of my dream, I found myself lying in my bed, yet with a strange awareness—my senses stretched beyond the walls, allowing me to see the room behind mine without ever moving.

In this dreamlike space, a gramophone glimmered with an otherworldly allure. It was no mere antique; its brass curves hid secrets, and I instinctively understood that it was a teleportation device crafted for angels. Sweet and haunting melodies poured from its horn, music I instantly recognized as “Angels Music.” The tune was enchanting, more profound than any earthly song I had ever heard, filling the room with shimmering light and possibility.

As I lay mesmerized by this celestial music, a luminous, transparent figure emerged from the gramophone. The being floated gracefully, moving closer to my room. Rather than fear, a comforting serenity washed over me. The angel’s presence was mysterious yet enlightening, as if it carried answers to unspoken questions. The being reached out, its gesture gentle and inviting, and in that instant, I awoke—left with an enduring sense of peace and a spark of wonder that lingered long after the dream ended.