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  • Last night, I had a continuation of a dream I’d had a couple nights before. Ever have one of those? The first one inspired the haiku “Thinking of View” (title of which was a play on words, i.e. “thinking of you” – Kathy was away for the week, and I was thinking of her a lot).

    It had been one of those epic drama dreams, which had ended with me high on a mountain, looking out at a spectacular view below, and I pulled out my Iphone and started taking pictures of it as I stood there, just before I woke up. I wrote the story/haiku as a way of trying to capture those pictures I took in the dream.
  • In last night’s continuation, I found myself on top of the same mountain, looking out at the same scene below, only this time, instead of taking out my phone to take pictures of it, I raised my arms in the air, stretched back, stretched forward, then pushed myself off from the ground, and began to fly over the scene below. It was breathtaking! A part of me was freaking out – “dude, you’re gonna die – you can’t fly like this forever, you know. What happens when it’s time to come down?”

    But, I just laughed and said, “No, I’m good, I’m just learning to fly. Eventually, I’ll even learn how to land! Until then, I’m just flying. Chill!”
  • I kept flying, all over this valley below, with lots of interesting little villages, and streams separating them, and people going about their day, some waving up to me, like I was supposed to be there, like I was the mailman delivering the mail or something. It was all so familiar. Then I eventually came on another mountain, on the other side of the valley I’d been flying over. I just relaxed my arms, and came to rest on top of that mountain, still amazed at the views I’d been treated to on my flight.

    I looked at my phone in my hand, and said, “That beat taking pictures of it, didn’t it?” I laughed, and woke up.
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