Wrote this, this morning. Dream: A Dream Spoiler I was flying. A small, sleepy coastal town lies below, a rich jungle right next to it. A paradoxically harmonic culture clash only dreams could fathom. A girl lies, floats, below me, suspended by my ability. She's at ease despite the unnatural bend of her arms to grab mine. I hold her close, hear her ecstatic cries over the novel, impossible experience. She is happy, I am happy. We fly high, teleporting around instantly, memories being made and forgotten, an endless cycle. Random interjections of past events burn in my mind, blurring my vision of the current calmness. I brush them away as quick as they will end, and continue the ascent. We glide over the forest. Millions of birds announce our presence with a swirling circle of energy and speed blazing up towards us. I hesitate, she pushes down towards the avian storm, throws me off balance, we plunge gracefully, falling as fast as the creatures fly upwards around us. We are in middle of it. I'm scared it won't last long, she's merely enjoying the ride. No flash, no transition, we're suddenly where we started. Floating over the sky itself. I tell her I can take her home, no idea where it was or how she got to me. I make a catching statement, she can stay with me for the night if she so wills. She accedes. I am happy. She is happy. The light hits my eyes, I wake up in a familiar room, bright with whiteness. I start thinking aloud. I reassure myself that it was only a dream, that is what depresses me. It was only a dream. The gift of flight, of happiness, of love. Only a dream. I speak in silence, falling into the sad man's folly, becoming more depressed with every successive thought. I realize the lack of aerial ability wasn't even the most saddening aspect of it all, it was a lost love, a face I cannot remember, not even sure it existed. I floated there, holding my happiness with a comfortable poise and it disappeared, with only a fading feigned memory replacing it. I turn to look at the clock, desperate for an escape. I want to fly again. The clock disappears, this too, a false reality. My eyes open, blinded by the uncovered sunlight seeping in through a cracked window. I lay for a minute, cognizant, now truly aware of what happened. She doesn't exist. I am unhappy. All content contained within this post is the property of Essias Loberg.