Internet guy who believes in the triumph of humanity with a little help from technology. Yadda, yadda, yadda.
Dec 11, 2004
When I was a kid my flying dreams started with running really fast and progressed into flying. Now when I fly in dreams I have a strange new technique. I fill my lungs with air and float—then I steer with my mind. It's tricky because if I think too much about it, I descend. Also, steering with your mind is challenging to say the least. Last night, the people in my dream mistook me for a ghost. Can't say that I blame them what with the floating and all. Plus, there were ghosts in the mansion so, it wasn't really that far-fetched a thought. Do you see how I am right about that? Good.