FryingMan

00:07 bedtime

Lots of dreams during the night -- just interested in catching up on sleep, and it got really cold (-12C) during the night, so with the exception of the below dream which I particularly spent effort on recalling they all evaporated . But this was a pretty awesome dream with fun flying so it's OK.

08:40

+ (mini-epic) flying speed control lessons with superman (fists [medium], flat hands [top speed], arms down [slow]) then lots of practice

I'm (DO?) following cars down a highway, they're testing steering control during heavy ABS usage, how well the cars and veer left and right under full ABS heavy breaking, and how fast they can stop. I feel like I've forgotten something at home so I tell the others I'm going to fly home to get it.

I turn to the right and take off into the air. I decide to try flying this time with my arms at my sides, it works fine. I'm heading up in to the (B?) hills and there are a fairly large group of people at the top of the hill, I do no want to give away my presence/flying ability to them so I bank to the left, there are still some people there but fewer.

I'm on the (back steps of my childhood home by the top near the garage?) I'm standing with two (?) people, one is a girl, I'm talking about a (different?) girl and I'm feeling a bit leery about giving away my identify (as superman?). As we're talking I'm doing something with (putting a shoe in and out?) a (tree stump? / hole?)

I go up to the street and start flying, superman is with me and I ask him about speed control. He shows me that you can modify your speed setting by the gesture you make with your hands. I wonder about punching the arm forwards but he doesn't mention that.

Closed fists mean medium sped, open flat hands mean full high speed, and (arms at the side?) means low speed. I try both fists and open hands and do experience a speed difference.

We're flying very low over the roofs of the neighbor's houses (G and M's house probably) in face my waist bag/belt buckle is scraping along the roof of one house, and we (land/appear) on the lawn. There's some contractor there complaining that we busted the <something>. I know our guy can build a better <something> and I see him working on it. It ends up being a small square (about 1 foot square) piece of wood with smaller pieces of wood that have been attached perpendicularly to the plane of the square piece and sawed off and sanded down.

As we're walking away from this area we pass a table with a lot of muffins on them. My attention is grabbed by a quite large "strawberry muffin" that has different cake colors on it but most importantly a section with pink cake with red chunks like a red velvet muffin and I reach for this and so does some body else, and I yell "Get the FUCK off my strawberry muffin!"

We do some more flying and and up in an open outdoor area. I've lost track of superman and say "OK, where's flyboy?"

I look over a railing down a hill and think about flying down there.

Lots of flying moments with fists and open flat hands working on speed control.