I wanted/needed to go to Art Center for some reason or another. Art Center, engraved in my being, is often the topic of my dreams. A good friend from High School was traveling with me, and he led the way. My dream was in a different place of reality, but still within reason of my thinking brain.

My location and whereabouts were surrounded with parallel and perpendicular roadways, trees, places of business, everything. It all made sense. Finding a specific location or running by direction made sense to me and others, in either parallel or perpendicular in direction.

My trek to Art Center was going to be a long one, traveling up to the hills North and West, into thick greenery. It was quiet all around, and late in the afternoon.

Our method of transportation was to fly, individually. As I ran and jumped off the ledge, I confidently leapt with reckless abandon and it felt ever-so freeing. Off I went, flying on my own accord. Moving through the air, I could feel a breeze against my face and clothes. I could raise and fly to a higher altitude, or I could fly to lower ground. Of course I flew higher, and I wove up and down, left and right, flying fast, past obstacles and through open windows.

At one point I came to a bridge and flew under it. When I came through the opening at the bridges end, I was in a completely different environment with large trees, plants and a very green mossy river. Flying opposite the river’s current I was able to see below me, and I didn’t like what I saw. Looming above the water I flew. And for the first time, I was able to stay clear of touching or falling into the water. I did not plunge into the green mossy ‘lake’. There were many potentially accidental moments when I could have fallen into the water, but I did not.

Oh man, what a feeling to encounter green mossy water and not become an unwilling victim of its gross sliminess. I flew, and I flew past it. Beyond the fright, I continued to fly toward my destination, Art Center. And I was able to make it to my final destination for a completely different adventure, another Art Center dream.