I could fly again. Seemed so natural and I wasn’t the only one that could do it. Others could, but not many and it was obvious that others couldn’t just because they THOUGHT they couldn’t. And it was an accepted thing.

I bought pot from a friend apparently and I think it was Lyle and then he wrote me a bunch of prescriptions, not on paper but leather or something that looked more like checks. I think he did that so I could get a new pipe or something. Granted, I’ve never really owned one or bought pot. :-P

I stated at my folks place on their room like they had passed on or were on vacation. Lots of people were stating at my folks place like it was a hotel. I saw old friends and asked why they were here. Sarah was getting married. I wasn’t even invited. Couldn’t figure out why not.

Did I mention theses were my dreams last night? The flying one had some crazy things in it too. But I like those dreams as I seem to “believe” more and I’m “rewarded” with flying or something.

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