Posted on: 2013-02-09 by fangmoonstone

2-9-13 Dream part two The next part of my dream is odd. It's like a continuation of a dream I had before, where I met this guy at his house... he kind of looked like David Henrie with brown hair, and was cool and nice, but shady and didn't want me there. For some reason I used my flying ability to kind of get behind him in his living room without him knowing, then saw his drawings. They were very good; wolf heads and anthro stuff. I told him they were good, but he was just like bahh go away. Then he gave my his TV guide. 0_o Also something about Andrew. Maybe he was Andrew when he's older, or Andrew's brother or something. I dont know. When I left his house, it was night time. I was flying homeward, but the TV guide magazine was throwing me off. So I put it down and flew up again, very high. About where the clouds were, just below them. It was a breathtaking sight. I was right above where Coney Island is, and from my point of view the world was dark and quiet, with bright man-made lights of yellow and white everywhere. It was so beautiful. Even in my dream I gasped. I think it was my favorite part of the dream. The flying, I mean. It was surreal. Like swimming!!! Just like swimming, in fact, once you run and gain enough dream-momentum, and jump just right, you just keep going up! You don't come down! And then it's like the sky is your sea; I even moved my arms like the butterfly stroke sort of way and moved my legs, and it worked great! I did it wrong once and started falling a bit, but oh! And then you can even hover if you want. When you fly you are sort of horizontal, your belly to the ground, but to hover you move into an upright poisition like standing. It was so amazing, and it felt so real. I didn't know why or how it worked, but it did. My heart still races with the thought of flying, combined with that amazing view of West Shore road, at night, from the clouds. Oh gosh. So after trying to fly with that magazine acting like a stubborn parachute, and flying all day, I was very tired. I floated down to the ground and decided to walk. I admit it felt weird at first, to walk on the ground again. I was wlaking along through a New York-like crowd (people everywhere around me) when I saw a couple of boys very close, like they were together. My mind instantly thought of Dan, but remembered that he was far away at this point in time. I kept walking, just tired and wanting to be home. When I heard Dan's voice. He was just talking and laughing like he normally did, but I knew it was him instantly. I looked over and saw, sure enough, Dan was walking and laughing with Jessie, toward a wall with benches, Scott just behind them. I gasped again and ran towards them. "Dan!" I cried, and gave him a hug. He told me he missed me too and everything, and I want now to know how/why he came back, but in that moment I didn't care. He asked if I had nightmares (dreams, he meant) of him gone or if it hurt me or whatever, and I said yes, you are one of my best friends... I looked at his face, touched his hands, I was just so glad he was there. For some reason, all of his features looked smaller, prettier, smoother; like his nose and and fingers. I don't know. For some reason Steve was there, being a bump on a log off to the side. I dont care. I didnt care. I just sat there with Dan and Jessie and was very happy. I told Dan "I have something to tell you." He looked at me, "What?"... I said, "Later." I wanted to tell him I could fly. I asked if Louie were here, too. He said he didn't know, and kind of looked off to the distance. And that's where I actually woke up... But still. SUCH an amazing dream. Not only the way it looked, to see the beautiful city at night, or the way it heard, to hear dan's voice talk to me again, but the way it felt. Felt. Inside of me. To know I was flying. To give those little kids happiness. To be with Victor. To be in the air. It was all the same burst and lingering feeling of amazement, even inside of the dream. I was it were real, but at the same time I am satisfied, from how real it felt. I had limitations. I couldn't lift that little boy in the air with me, being so new at this flying thing. I was embarrassed and ashamed many times before I could FLY. The stressed mother couldn't see me. It took me many many tries and alot of hard work to actually get in the air. I got tired at the end of the day. The magazine's shape held me from flying well. It was an amazing dream, even as I dreamt it. IMD