shor-t's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Flying And Sailing I was taking out the trash at a fancy restaurant last night. The alleyways and corridors were brightly lit, but I simply could not find a trash bin. I walked around for quite some time with this big black garbage bag, walking through restaurants and stores and even burning myself against an oven at one point. I went to a forest with some children or peers. It was lush and green and also well lit. I believe we were being followed or chased because there was some sense of urgency. I thought it would be a good place to try to fly. It was the usual dream where I can mostly fly, where I have to concentrate really hard to get going. In a way I suppose it was like hang gliding because a few times I just couldn't get in the air. But otherwise it was good and I flew high above everyone else and felt really happy. I settled down in an seaside town. Everyone had a sailboat, including me. I walked past one that was hiked way up onto the shore. As I was wondering how on earth it got way up there, I saw that there was a hydraulic lift to bring it up. I thought it was a good idea, and walked up to my boat. I got into the boat, as it was already in the water. I was sailing with a couple of other people who I didn't recognize. Some of the waves were large and I was afraid that they would capsize the boat, but someone on board reassured me that it would be fine. We charged through the bright night and the big waves until I woke up... 8:51 a.m. - 2006-11-22 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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