The best and worst part about my dreams is not being able to control them. I am frequently surprised by the cast of characters who populate my subconscious world on any given night, and sometimes I awaken confused or even upset by the contents of a dream.
This morning though? This morning I opened my eyes to streams of sunlight and smiled at a vivid recollection of what had moments earlier seemed like reality.
It sounds cliche but has never happened to me before: I was flying.
IT WAS AWESOME.
Granted, since it was me dreaming, the flying was of a practical nature. I didn't suddenly turn into Superman or have the ability to cross oceans. It was more like windsurfing in a bridesmaid dress. That's right. I was outdoors before the wedding began and there was a mighty strong breeze blowing, and I figured out that if I leaned forward and lifted the back of my dress just so, the generous folds of fabric would catch the wind and lift me off the ground. Before long I sure was zooming around that garden party, whooping with glee and loving it. Thanks, dream!
Was this dress purple?
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