I dreamed that I was living in a strange, mostly-desolate city.

The place was unfamilliar to me, and felt that way even in the context of the dream. I found myself on what seemed like a main street, with countless stores which were all about two or three storeys tall. And I could fly.

It was one of those dreams where I could sit down on the ground in a cross-legged position, and then levitate up and around in that position. More clearly than I remember anything else in this dream, I remember the sensation of lifting up off the ground; it felt as though I was flexing a group of muscles somewhere deep inside of my torso, and then lurching up several feet into the air. When I did so, I was accutely aware of the gaping void beneath me, and I felt as though it was only the muscular tension of this flexing motion which supported me.

I flew down the street, careening about around five to seven feet off the pavement, on my way to my old high school chum, Morgan Bessey's house. When I got there, the house was fairly dissimilar to how I remember it in real life. The house was beautiful, and this is saying a great deal, as I've never seen a house in real life which I would describe as beautiful. The entire interior of the house was polished, finished wood, with wide open, large rooms with a tall ceiling which conformed to the slanted shape of the roof some 20 feet above. The doorways between rooms were large and open, and many rustic decorations, like old wagon-wheels and bundles of dried flowers hung from the walls. There were large and plentiful windows which let lots of natural light into the place. Motgan was there, as was his mother Randa, and several friends of mine. There was some discussion of playing a roleplaying game as a group. I agreed to go out to buy some things from the local gaming store, as I was eager to fly around some more.

I flew out onto the street and to a small store set into the side of a grassy hill and set down on the ground before going in. The shopkeeper looked and sounded just like Frasier Crane as he appeared back on the old sitcom, Cheers. After a bit of browsing about, I asked him, out of the blue, if he believed "a man can fly, on his own power, without external apparatus". He scoffed, saying "No, of course not". I smiled, and said, "Alright, then. Observe". I then sat down on the ground and then rose 4 feet into the air. I then straightened my legs out below me, hovering there above the ground. He was blown away, sputtering and full of questions, insisting that the media had to be alerted. I was interested, and we began to talk.