october 25, 2012
i’m in a mall, or perhaps a children’s hospital. it’s vast, with many levels and hallways. i’m trying hard not to fly. i’m not sure why i’m suppressing it. i’m finding it very difficult to walk and i imagine everyone thinks i have an injury or a disability. finally i decide i can’t suppress my ability any longer. i lift off instantly and hover around the room. i have long had this ability but this is the first time i have had some control. i seem to be able to move around in whichever direction i choose. i find myself floating and flying throughout the building, moving past people and wondering what they might think. i’m flying over an open atrium, above some escalators, when D sees me and shouts up at me, asking “what are you doing!?” i wait for her to come up to the second level and i land nearby. i tell her i have no idea what i’m doing. but i love it.
i’m in the front yard of someone’s home in ireland. it’s strange because i don’t know how i got here. they have decided to remove the front porch and above and replace it with open space. there is scaffolding erected and the brick drive that rests directly on the ground is being removed. the owner is climbing a ladder and shaking the entire structure. i’m anxious, wishing he wouldn’t do that. i fear the whole thing is going to crumble. we go into the garage and pick out our sleeping bags. i realize that we have new north face bags for our trip. i’m not sure where we’re going but i have to make sure the bags will zip together. i wonder if the bag i pick will be long enough for me.
