Last night...or this morning I had two dreams. One of them was driving a miniature sports car with a very close friend of mine. We was trying to find that registration sticker. We was driving into elevators going up to the 4th floor asking for directions then drove outside. I found a car and called it my own. This dream was fun but it wasn't as fun as the second dream.
I can't remember how the second dream started off but what I do remember was that I was in the air stroking my giant wings. It was like those wings that you would imagine angels would have. It felt like I was in utter freedom; both mind, spirit and body. It felt so good. I flying near town. I see houses and dove down for a closer look. I landed on a fence near a park. That's when I felt someone was chasing me. I had to jump off. I didn't think my wings would lift me off before I hit the ground but at the last moment when I almost hit the grass I took off. That's the end of my dream
When I woke up I felt so indescribable. It's that feeling, if you can imagine, if you'd flew the first time in your life; Amazing.
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