April 7, 2008
Dream notes 4.6.08
I had a bizarre dream the other morning. I discovered I had the ability to swim threw the air. My arms could kind of connect and push off of the fabric of space, and so I could propel myself through the air by grabbing fistfuls of space-time. It felt sort of like touching the surface of water. However, while all this was going on, my alarm clock radio (set to the local NPR station) started going off and a story about Maya Angelo looking back at her life was playing in the background of my dream. I was somewhere swinging on invisible space fabric between skyscrapers downtown when suddenly I began to hear Mrs. Angelo describe how she got her name and how she felt about God.