Flying!

The other day I dreamed that by holding these long strings in each hand, presumably connected to some sort of kite or parachute, I could be picked up by the wind and then fly around like I did skydiving a week ago. It was fantastic! I did big loops through the air, like I was on a giant swing, and twirled around with the ground spinning beneath me. I remember wondering out loud, before the skydiving adventure, whether it would be fodder for nightmares or good dreams. 'Turns out that, so far at least, it's definitely the latter!

Oh, except there was one more detail: I somehow got my apparatus wound around the front pillars of a big house where I think I was staying, and knew I was vaguely in trouble. I was summoned, with another person who had been flying, to the upper room of the house, where there were three unhappy older men, one of whom was Dick Cheney. There we were reprimanded for flying.

Another Car Dream

I was riding down a highway that I've seen before (recurring dream, perhaps?), it's kind of a mix of the West Side Highway here in NYC and an exit ramp near Penn State. Anyway, this guy I used to know from high school is driving, and my old best friend is in passenger seat. And we're going really fast, and we heard sirens behind us, but the police were just letting us know that we were going too fast, they didn't stop us or give us a ticket. So Brian looks down and sees that he's going 200 miles an hour, so we slow down to about 90.

When we finally stop, it's actually my parents in the front seat, and we all get out of the car and we're in a parking lot of a dock and it's a really gorgeous day. And this other family there was trying to teach their child how to fly a kite, it was rainbow colored. But the parents weren't doing a great job of teaching him, so I went to help, but as I started walking towards him, he and the kite starting flying upwards, like a balloon.

No one else seemed to care, but I was running after him, trying to get him down.