Dream Flying

 

Photo by Joshua J. Cotten on Unsplash

Last night in the second sleep after walking the dogs at 5am, I had a rather long dream in which I was in and out of a group of people that I mostly knew but not well. The setting was a bar or restaurant of a hotel or guest house near a beach in a town or small city. I was engaged with the people sometimes, and other times flying above going as high and as far as I wanted. 

At one point someone asked where I was, and the answer given was, “she’s praying.”