October 4, 2001 Thursday morning
I became conscious during a flying dream. I was lying on my back flying rapidly parallel to the ground, facing the sky. I watched the dark clouds go by. The air felt cool and refreshing. I slowed down and flew closer to the ground, still facing skyward. I brushed through the tops of dew-covered leaves and fronds of lush vegetation in a wet area. It felt great. I could smell the scent of the plants as I flew, still on my back facing the sky. I saw a house perched in the top of a tall tree. I tried to take control of my flight and fly up to the house. My flying faltered and I woke up.
Copyright 2010 Jon Maloney
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