DREAM: November 30, 2009 I am attached to a square sack and I am flying I am dodging the crowds and buildings People are in pursuit to kill me But I have to hide from them all Unflappable and composed, I fly up and down Eventually I fly past Directly ahead a man is there Whose face is hurt Waiting I am still able to control myself and fly over and away
I fly, I fly, and I fly over But when a crowd surrounds me I lie there and do not move I have flown over great mountains Those women do not believe that I can fly I am floating in mid-air Lying on the ground My thinking is changing One segment, one course One course and I will naturally be able to float upward