A dream I had on Monday, March 14, 2011

Demonstrating how to fly to an unspecified young woman, I find myself in a house. With the proper movement of one's arms, you tuck your legs upwards with your head pointing forward. It's an unconscious effort like riding a bike and soon I find myself gaining altitude.

A window of the house reveals a blueish, nocturnal world. Exiting the room, I soon feel a cool breeze on the roof. It feels like a spring breeze more than an autumn wind as wispy clouds fly overhead. At times the roof disappears and there is nothing but a blue sky with the clouds. A cloud about the size of a whale shark touches down like fog and drifts towards the roof. I touch the cloud and it feels more like fluffy cotton while a disconnected voice announces that the cloud is composed of angel's hair.
Yet after touching it, I crumple it in one hand as if it was a small piece of cotton.

It is then that I see the whole city covered in fog. Strangely, a cloud the size of a large dog drifts onto the roof. I reach out my fist as though it is a dog and it sniffs my hand. And it is a shaggy dog composed of clouds and I briefly wonder if it's safe. However, a few pets shows that it means no harm. Its hair feels like cotton.

I continue with my flight and fly around the city. From above I see a triplet of young people on top of a roof. They've climbed as high as they could, perhaps on an antenna? I fly by and tell them I'll report what I can see on the top of the cloudscape. When I gain altitude, I barely surface, diving downwards immediately. There is some debris showing that the surface can somehow sustain the weight of the debris.