Cloaked Figure

Dreams I had about a year apart. Their only connection is a cloaked figure, and each the only time I've dreamed of this symbol. I illustrated both images in this entry.

A glowing cloaked figure silently directed my boat down a river as I sat next to a close friend. It was quiet, serene. My friend suddenly jumped out of the boat and swam to shore, ignoring my hand as I reached out. My heart sunk, and I sat back down, knowing that it is what needed to be done whether I liked it or not. No words were spoken, just the wind. The water. The gentle breeze brushing against my face as though to calm my thoughts of floating alone for eternity.

I find myself riding a horse down my street in the middle of the night. I arrive at an intersection and a cloaked figure catches my eye. This entity is heading in the same direction, but arriving from another. The cloak is a deep, blood red with golden embroidery along the seams. The shepherd's crook is made of solid wood. I notice this detail as I trot past the figure, cutting them off in mid-step.

A feeling of unease washes over me when I realize this entity is still following. I turn the corner, they turn the corner. I stop my horse near the field of a park. I aim my bow and arrow, shoot and hit a bird. I take down my arms. The entity is now beside me, watching my every move.