From the Dark Annals of My Dreams

It was a suburban neighborhood.  I was exiting one or another house, and as I did so, she walked to make her entrance.  I was unsure if she was going to feign an unawareness of my presence.  At first it seemed that way.  It was then impossible.  But I was distracted, which I counted as some advantage, some protection.  When I confronted her to greet her not knowing how I should do that, I saw her eyes see mine.

I can fly in my dreams.  It's a regular thing.

I had that business that distracted me, but I flew up and out and around a tree.  When I came back, like some boomerang, she was walking away.  I threw a tantrum where I ripped the trees apart like a scythe, cutting swaths of them with my anger as I spun.

When I woke up, I meant to remember it.