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APRIL 04, 2011
In this dream, I was able to fly. Not the usual way, but by (I believe) sitting on a small platform of some type, and "willing" myself to go in any direction and at any speed (from walking speed to warp speed {faster than the speed of light!}). Much of the time, I was just flying around for no apparent reason in coastal areas -- there was ocean water and land visible simultaneously (at the same time) during all of these flights. My altitude varied between just a few feet to (on one occcasion anyway) approximately 35,000 feet. And on at least two occasions, I jumped to warp by thinking about going to warp. In these sequences, I would see a streaked, "starry" field appear in front of me, followed by the streaks quickly lengthening and appearing to come at me with much greater speed, the entire scene flashing white (accompanied by a "thunderclap" of sorts), and the next thing I know I was somewhere entirely different. During the "coastal" segments of this dream, various cliffs and obstacles presented themselves, but I was easily able to navigate over them -- albiet more slowly than my flights over flat ground. In another scene, I passed by high voltage transmission towers brimming full of glass and porcelain suspension disk insulators (yes, that's one of my websites, and yes, I collect the silly things -- so it's no wonder I dream about them every now and again). I passed the towers rather closely and more slowly than I flew in most other parts of this dream.

The final scene of this flying dream took place in a train yard. I flew around outdoors and indoors; one of the train engineers appeared somewhat disconcerted at my appearance there, but I did not alter my flght plans. I remember flying outdoors among stopped and moving trains, and indoors in what I believe was a locker room/shower room for railroad employees. Outside once again, I then encountered a black man in what I would guess as his early-30s and dressed in a medium dark blue. I assumed that he was an engineer on one of the locomotives. I told him that "all of the trains are being refitted to be wheel-less", told him that "wheels were the cause of almost all friction in a locomotive system", and then said that "all trains will soon be like that one" as I pointed up at a train slowly going by overhead. Instead of wheels, this train had a number of shiny, corrugated metal strips on its underside. Then I proceeded to tell him that no changes to the existing tracks would be necessary.

Shortly after saying this, I woke up.




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