Dream a vivid dream of me
I had another one of my vivid, interactive dreams last night. Thankfully, this one was good. Come to think of it, I haven’t had a horrible one ever since I got rid of the cracked vanity mirror I’d been using in my room. That would make sense considering broken mirrors are bad luck and bad feng shui.
Anyways, in the dream, I was able to fly around holding on to this red balloon. I flew to this Las Vegas-type place over video game landscapes, but all the casinos were toy stores and candy stores. A few times, someone tried to grab on and come with me, but for the most part, I was able to navigate and stay afloat easily. Far better than most of my flying drams, where, once I realize I’m flying, I start to sink. They say that when you dream of flying, you’re thinking about sex. And how!
