I had a dream last night I could fly. Which isn’t unusual for me. It would be if I had a dream I couldn’t fly.

In this dream I had some sort of artificial wings I used to fly. But I recall having dreams I could walk on air. I would step and then step again, and again really fast until I just walked into the sky. Sometimes I would worry about people seeing me. But other times it didn’t bother me. At times I would get so high I would worry about how I would get down. And I would try to descend. But the flying up was easier than the flying down.

I had a few other random dreams I don’t remember. Most of my dreams are patches of dreams. Or more emotional, and feeling than image based.

Maybe tonight I can dream something to share tomorrow. Goodnight.