The speed and the crowd

Just before waking up.

I’m in the city of my childhood. I walk amongst people and places. And then I throw myself in the air. Not high, a few feet above ground. And then I fly again. Not many details but a lot of people. I swing through them like a bee. I descend into craters and disasters. There is light but also darkness. There is just the drive, the speed, the unlimited joy of flying.

A dream