Dream
It is night time with clear sky. It is an urban city high rise setting. The stars in the sky setting a pretty backdrop to sky scrapers and colorful street lights
down below. I am in an indoor building
surrounded by concrete and walls, a one story building.
I feel bounded, imprisoned, suffocated by these walls and ceiling. I looked at the walls and ceiling. I wanted to be free of confinement. The room was clean, furnished simply. I looked at a wall and I see my hand reaching extending through the wall. My body is soft and light. I began to float in the air through the ceiling penetrating beyond the building without effort.
I am now in a high rise in a upscale flat with contemporary furnishings, expensive and posh. I am still surrounded by walls and ceiling. I noticed the artistic beauty of the interior decor and I see beyond it. Still there were walls and ceilings.
I continued to float, soft as air through the walls and ceilings of each level of the high rise. I am now at the top beyond the roof of the high rise looking at the city and its lights, I am still floating up into the sky, effortlessly calm, gentle, serene No problems with leaving confinement, pretty decorated prison cells called lifestyle, calling it a living. I take deep breaths to fill lungs of free cool air, liberation air, while looking at the stars, and I continue to float and rise above it all soft as air.
I feel bounded, imprisoned, suffocated by these walls and ceiling. I looked at the walls and ceiling. I wanted to be free of confinement. The room was clean, furnished simply. I looked at a wall and I see my hand reaching extending through the wall. My body is soft and light. I began to float in the air through the ceiling penetrating beyond the building without effort.
I am now in a high rise in a upscale flat with contemporary furnishings, expensive and posh. I am still surrounded by walls and ceiling. I noticed the artistic beauty of the interior decor and I see beyond it. Still there were walls and ceilings.
I continued to float, soft as air through the walls and ceilings of each level of the high rise. I am now at the top beyond the roof of the high rise looking at the city and its lights, I am still floating up into the sky, effortlessly calm, gentle, serene No problems with leaving confinement, pretty decorated prison cells called lifestyle, calling it a living. I take deep breaths to fill lungs of free cool air, liberation air, while looking at the stars, and I continue to float and rise above it all soft as air.
