Dreamt I was flying

Dreamt I was flying which is crazy because I usually dream I’m falling. Now I’m trying to figure out if there’s some significance in the fact that I made a concerted effort to defy gravity, which paid off.

For the rest of the day, it was like I was floating on air. The dream infiltrated real life. And so I realised it wasn’t necessary in the end to Google the meaning behind imaginary flying, because the dream itself had given me a shot of confidence. 

It was something I really needed, to get through what was a particularly trying day.

Dream-me must have told dread-me to get over my shit. And when I woke up, in my subconscious I must have resolved to fly with the birdies instead of sink with the stones.

Either way, it turns out that birds and stones are part of intelligent life on earth. It’s not as though stones are absolutely useless because they cannot spread seeds in their poop, or learn to say simple sentences (like birds). 

Stones are nature’s abstract sculptures. I know I’m not the first to say this: but they too deserve our respect. So… here’s to the stones.