The Demon Kid

I am me.
Not important.
Not special
Nor super.
I have no powers that mean a thing.
Or so I belived
Entill last spring

The gate of hell opened.
The heavens roared.
Then angels and demons attacked as a hord.

They became it seemed.
And the all wanted plain boreing me.

Finally I yelled stop.
And they did.
Next thing i knew.
I awoke in my bed,
Im told its a dream.
It was all in my head.
They say im normal.
Im not a demon kid they said.
But If thats true
And i made it all up in my head.
While i was asleep in my bed.
Then why do I still have a severed angels head?