Dream Me used to be able to bob along gracefully through the air, feet first on their back. I had a rough, uh, let’s just call it decade and I spent a year learning how to lucid dream. Then I enjoyed it so much I didn’t want to do anything else.

I had to stop because I was spending more time asleep than awake, and well I lived in Utah that was probably a better choice than engaging with my neighbors. That’s neither here nor there. Moved to a healthier locale, have less reason to hide in Slumberland. I haven’t tried in gods knows how long, and I don’t really want to. All that power and control can be addicting. But I miss flying.