At Last

I had a short but satisfying flying dream. I was about to be run over by a 55 Chevy so I lifted off the ground and moved 30 yards or so then gently lit upon the ground, softer than a ballet dancer. I was barefoot and there were stickers in the sandy soil, but I didn't pick any up in my skin. I hadn't had a flying dream in many years. A very nice, calming gift from God.