I have stuff in my eyes. Like they're crusted over from sleeping too long. I reach up to rub them out and blink out the gray light that's filtered through. My light brown hair is swirling around my face and, I'm floating 10 feet in the air. What is going on? Around me, debris everywhere like bits of a dream. Was this my house? It is flattened, like from some inner explosion and I'm at the apex. I realize I don't know where I am. A helpless feeling washes over me. Am I dreaming? I have to be dreaming. Nobody just floats in the air. I'm wearing workout leggings and a hoodie, like I'm going to go to the gym. Wait, I always wear workout gear. I've been to the gym like 10 times in the last year. But, just in case I want to work out...
So this floating thing, can I control it? I sort of move my hands through the air, kind of like I'm swimming and I realize I can move forward. I make like a diving move and I move through the air faster. I've had dreams of flying but this is the first one where I'm aware that I'm dreaming it. I start to move away from the mess and look around at the large oak trees overtaking dozens the cottage-style houses. It's Summer, I think. Or late Spring.
Out of the corner of my eye I see movement. Someone in the shadows. And then another person. They are flying too. They're flying right at me with weapons or something in their hands. Immediately I know they are not coming to help me out. I don't know why I feel like that. I'm moving fast now. How I'm doing this I'm not sure. I just kind of think of doing it. They're trying to catch me. There's so many of them! Why do they want to catch me?
I'm zipping through trees and houses. I'm starting to panic. They are everywhere. Where are the normal people? I don't know how I'm going to get away. I zip through an alley and hit a clothing line. My head smacks into something hard. Everything goes dark.
