Last night I had the second best experience in a dream I've ever had.
The best experience I have dreamed was when I learned to fly. Just like in Harry Potter, I got my broomstick, kicked off from the ground and went soaring through the air, wind whistling in my ears, my hair whipping along behind me like a tail. Of course, I hit a tree, bounced off and continued flying.
This one however, on top of feeling my surroundings, I felt the feelings too. I don;t know what happened really, I just know I encountered 'something' and refused to deal with it. I turned and ran from 'whatever it was', and kept running until I saw a beach. I ran at the water, stripping off my clothes ready to dive, desperate to dive, but the water was too shallow. So I kept running. The water weighed down my legs as I kept running, looking for deep enough water to submerge into.
I kept running, not until I got tired, but until I felt like I didn't need to dive anymore.
The overwhelming relief that washed over me when I realized I no longer needed to run was incredible, almost indescribable and extremely relaxing.
It's amazing what you can do and feel in dream. I've been able to realize I am in a dream and manipulate them, I have learned to fly, and now I have let run so far and learned to release my worries.
Incredible.
-Brandolyn
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