I had a strange dream a couple of nights ago. It was really nice and exciting on the one hand, and yet strangely disconcerting on the other. As is typical with my dreams, I found myself surrounded by a broad number of people from throughout my life. It's interesting that many of my school friends I haven't seen for at least five years and yet they find themselves appearing in my dreams fairly regularly. Perhaps that happens to many people, that their dreams seem to require a lot of people to be present, and one's subconscious searches around for the best way to fulfil that role, and then puts them in. I don't necessarily think that school was involved as the setting, but just that quite a lot of people from school were there.

But anyway, in my dream it seemed like everyone was floating up in the sky, as if we could all walk on top of the clouds. Normally I would probably find myself a bit freaked out by this proposition, but in this dream for some reason I knew that I was able to easily "fly" back down to earth. In fact, it was kind of similar to just getting on a train and heading off to some destination. In fact, I remember rather looking forward to the stage of my dream when I would be able to just step off the clouds and gently flit back to earth, strangely after passing through what reminded me of metro-train gates. Perhaps I would need to flit down to earth in exactly the right position to avoid plummeting to certain death. At one point in this dream I do remember getting slightly worried about what might happen if I came back down to earth over land, and that it would be a rather hard landing. But my head got around that by reminding me that as long as I dropped down over the sea things would be fine. I had a few worries about getting things wet, but it seemed to pale in comparison to how awesome it would be to finally be able to do something that would feel like I was flying. I think that I did manage to do some of the semi-flying thing towards the end of the dream, as I know the over-riding emotion of the dream was a sense of freedom and happiness, rather than looking forward to something but being annoyed that it never quite happened before waking up.

When I did eventually wake up I realised that instead of hitting snooze on my alarm I'd actually turned it off, and I needed to be at work in 15 minutes. Typical.