It usually starts with a euphoric feeling. I'm flying through the air, my arms are like wings and I have total control of where I go. The air and the view; everything is awesome.
At some point I decide I want it to stop. I want to land. I realize I can't. I panic. I try to remember how awesome the feeling was just moments earlier. Panic has set in. I look for something to hold on to. To somehow hold me down. I want nothing more than my feet to feel the ground. It's damned near impossible.
At some point, the dream either fades or I give up trying to get my feet planted on the ground. I worry about what people think of someone that floats.
Everyone has dreams.
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