I remember once I dreamed I could fly. I still recall it quite clearly. Back during my madness, I had several dreams similar, ones where I could leap long distances, or walk on air, but never again that singular experience of motorless flight into the wide open blue. I remember I flew over the power lines, above some neighborhood I had never been before, then in through some stranger's window, and I set down perfectly. I know not why I never had such an experience ever again, nor why I had such a perfect adventure in the first place, but it shall stay in my soul one pristine moment of wonder, one ideal dream. I must say, if I never get to Heaven, let me remember this one thing in Hell.
reality
9:39am saturday, 10th january
i learned in college that if you dream of flight it means that you want freedom, that you feel trapped in your life. i don't know if that means anything to you but i thought i'de let you know.
reality