Astral Flying

I find myself walking down a street and I realise instantly that I am dreaming. I decide to have fun and allow my pace to quicken: allow myself to fly.

I travel smoothly about six feet above ground level down the centre of the road; at first I feel scared, afraid I will loose control and go too fast or too high. Then I remember to trust and let my body surrender to the experience: fear is resistance to what is happening, resistance breeds more fear.

I let go and the experience becomes beautiful, exhilarating; I am consumed by a tremendous sense of wellbeing. I look around me at the road signs and try to ascertain where I am. I see a high street of the type of small to medium sized town that commonly gets swallowed by a larger neighbouring city.

I reach a steep windy hill leading out of the town. As I begin to climb I realize that it is steeper than I expected and a slight feeling of panic arises. I have the sense that I am heading out into the countryside but the hill is too steep for me and so I blackout.