(Can't remember how I got here) I was flying high above Cincinnati, trying to find my way home. I saw multiple bridges, and I was searching for I-275 (Which I don't actually think goes through Cincinnati). I finally just picked a freeway and flew down to it.
ME: This is Montgomery. I think I can get home from here.
I cross a bridge and get to a bend by a hill off to the left. (I think it was this hill with a cemetary that I drive by on my way to school only without the cemetary)
ME: ...No, maybe not.
I fly back over the bridge, only to realize I went to the wrong one. It's a railroad bridge! I desperatly try to fly over to the pedestrian side to avoid any oncoming trains. I can't quite make it to the side, but no trains come. I fly back over to Cincinnati. (Something happens here)
(I realize now, because I am flying, that I'm dreaming. I'm cool with it, and don't bother to do any fancy lucid thing.)
I fly to a wooded ridge/hill with houses on it. I fly down to a white, square-ish house with a deck that has stairs curving down the ridge and looks generally nice. There is a modernist feel - floor to ceiling windows face the street and the back along the deck. I go in through the garage.
It's Dad and Debbie's house! (My parents are divorced, my stepmom's name is Debbie.) I have to go to the bathroom. After I finish, the house starts to tilt over.
Me: That's odd.
Dad: Oh no, he (I can't remember the actual words, something along the lines of upset the balance).
Debbie: Quick, fill the tanks!
They hurriedly turn on the sink and start squirting soap down the drain, too. The house slowly rights itself. Turns out that the house is hanging far over the edge of the hill, balanced by large bags of gas. The slightest imbalance will tip it.
Later I was standing on the porch with Dad (I think Debbie had kicked me out of the house by then).
ME: I can fly.
DAD: What?
ME: I can fly.
DAD: You mean like that car over there?
ME: What?
He points at a dark gray car from approximatly the 1940's with its lights on, sure enough, flying above the treetops.
ME: Yeah, but I think the mechanisms (to fly) are slightly different, though.
DAD: Oh.
ME: I'm going to go now.
DAD: Where?
ME: Home.
DAD: Bye.
ME: Bye.
I fly off of the porch, leaving Dad standing there, his hands folded, leaning against the rail. He looks lonely.
(Later)
I kept on flying with my friend (Some sort of talking, large bird, I think).
FRIEND: Oh look, a marsh. Let's land there and rest.
ME: Okay.
We land on a grassy, wheaty, cattaily island. There are trees on one island over. We (somehow) are on that island now. We walk along until we come to black boxes with a yellow diagonal face that has two red holes and two blinking lights. The make a perimeter about two feet away from the water, with the holes facing outward. I go near the perimeter and a powerful wind blows, but I am still able to go through.
ME: What are they?
FRIEND: Airfences. They keep out unwanted animals, but let wanted ones through.
For some reason, I get the sudden impression that now hunting season is about to start. Perhaps it is because my friend is panicking and sweating, etc.
FRIEND: Um... let's get out of here.
ME: Okay.
We fly off over a resovoir. High above it, suddenly both of our abilities to fly just... give way. That clued me in about the hunting season, too.
We drop like rocks to the resovoir.
ME: Crud, I can't fly anymore again (In a previous dream, a disembodied voice told me that there were laws in my dreams now, and suddenly I couldn't fly). What to do, What to do, what to do? Uhhhh, swim?
~Splash~
My friend is gone. The hunters are closing. I start to open and close my mouth, like a fish, in hopes of throwing the hunters off. The hunters walk past me. ...But a fisherman drops a line. I need to breathe soon. I really need to breathe, I can't help it, I breathe in! I know I'm going to die as my mouth fills water; and then my lungs fill with air.
ME: Okay. Can't fly anymore, but I can breathe... underwater. Whatever.
(Can't quite remember this part). I am now some sort of weird slug/fish thing, and I get above land. I see the bad guy from the fifth element. I hide, knowing that he'll come after me. I'm in a city now. It's mostly brown. I decide to change shape, so he won't come after me. Now I am like a robot, and my arms come down to a treaded wheel, which is hard to turn. I robot along until I see the guy again. He's closing. (End of dream memory.)
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