greenbean

I have had several dreams of flying, usually rediscovering that I have the ability to fly. In each dream I fly in a different way, once on a boom-a-rang thing, once by hovering about 5 feet over the ground, once by jumping extremely high.

Only once did I have the dream that I was falling from the sky and my death was imminent. My life flashed before my eyes and I came to terms with my demise before hitting the ground painlessly and experiencing nothingness/darkness.

I have had several recurring dreams of houses. One in particular I am sitting on the dining room table of a minimalist house, beautifully made of natural, exposed wood. I have a complete view of the outdoors, but it is pouring rain, has been, and seems that it will continue.

I notice a gazebo that I can get to without getting wet. I go outside and am relieved to be outside, but not getting rained on.

I go down the steps of the gazebo/deck to the backyard, where I find a tire swing. The rain has let up and I am grateful to have the opportunity to play on the swing.

I am with my good friend. She is going to meet up with her fiance and some other friends and I am invited. She offers that we should ride together, but I first need to park my car somewhere. I cannot find a parking space, even after driving around in adjacent residential neighborhoods. I ride past some houses that are large and beautiful. One of them I happen to know is not inhabited and is for sale. I consider parking there, but somehow know that the neighbor owns the property, so I am cautious.

Finally, I find myself on my old road-bicycle, awkwardly riding on the sidewalk to the restaurant we are meeting. I manage to chain my bicycle up inside the restaurant, hoping to not piss off the waiters who now have to walk around it. That is the end.