I am dancing with the Angel of Death. Nothing much yet, but he stepped all over my feet and crushed them. I tell him that I feel like the caterpillar that is about to transform into a beautiful butterfly. He tells me that when I turn into a butterfly, he will accompany me to my destination. I also told him that I will welcome his kind company with joy, as we wander off together to our destination. Then I asked him if he would come to meet me with a smile. Instead of answering me, he winked at me. I thought it meant a YES.