Metaphyz1k

NON-LUCID / LUCID / NOTE

It is nighttime and I am walking down my street. I decide to fly to a nearby house and punch the window in. I expect to see J there lying in her bed and there she is. We make out for a little while and the next thing I remember is being on the rooftop of a very tall building. I look down and doubt my ability to successfully fly to the top of another building without falling and waking up. I decide to lower the building that I am standing on to the ground so that I can walk off onto the street. I punch a few more windows in and the thought of David Letterman crosses my mind for some bizarre reason.