Dreaming of a dream #42

I’m human, but I’m not. How can this be? Where am I? What is going on? Wait… I’m dreaming. The air is clear, not permeated with years of pollution like the real world of consciousness. Countless people are scattered all around me. But I don’t really know them. Their faces are a mask of blurriness that my hazed mind can’t grasp. Just as my eyes focus on their faces, they disappear as if they were never there and I am alone in a field of bliss.

I raise my head up to see perfect nimbus clouds and crave to touch the sky. The ground, a flawless bed of green grass, beneath my feet evokes me to lie down and roll around like as if the ground held magical powers that can be absorbed through touch. The trees and flowers sprung out of the ground. The trees were massive. Like a giant tree from a fairytale like “Jack and the Bean Stalk”. The flowers bloomed with vivid colors like that out of an “Alice and Wonderland” scene.

All I want to do now is to fly up to the sky. But am I still human in my dreams? Of course, but dreams are limitless. The sky isn’t the limit but I plan on touching it. I can’t fly like a bird but I crouch down to a half squat and jump up. I float up like a man on the moon. I soar in the sky with grace and tranquility. Realization hits me now. I have new method to traveling! I can go anywhere! There’s no stopping me now. Coming back down to the flawless green bed is like being a drop rain falling in slow motion. Peace is all I can feel as I return to the ground only to pounce back up to the sky and proceed in a straight direction to the sun off in the horizon. My destination is the sunset in the distance. Each jump brings me closer to that beautiful ball of warmth that brightens my soul. Closer and closer the horizon is almost within my reach. I reach with outstretched arms.


BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ!

My eyes open and I wake up to reality. Great! I wake up just before I touch the sun. Reality bites sometimes.