I had a dream that I could fly. I would run and jump and just not quite come back down to the ground. It was a lot like sliding on ice – I had no friction and no way to steer. I was floating down the road to where the road curved, and I would have to smack into a car or land. I didn’t want to land, so I kicked off the car to change my trajectory. The road curved again, so I kicked off another car and changed direction again.
Finally, I came up to a person and I decided it was time to land. It was real hard to keep my balance and it was taking a lot of concentration, so I thought I’d have to land soon anyway, I might as well talk to this person.
I was like "Dude! Did you see how I was flying???"
The dude was like "No you weren’t. You were running around screaming and kicking cars everywhere. I almost called the police."
I was like "Oh. Well in that case, I better go to the psych ward in the ER."
Well, I was taking the train to the hospital when I decided that we really needed to overthrow the CEO of "VOCOM", the company that was in charge of everything. I started shouting about how evil VOCOM was, and how we needed to overthrow them. I got the people riled up and we were chanting "Down with VOCOM! Down with VOCOM!" I was like "Sweet, now the revolution will start!"
and then I was like "Oh wait. This is probably not actually what’s happening. I’m probably just shouting on the train like a crazy person because I am crazy."