monkeyking

I guess a fitting place to start would be the time I mastered flying. I was working two jobs on opposite ends of town and had just enough time for a 10 minute nap if I caught all of the lights. I looked at the clock and then proceeded to lay on my back and close my eyes.

I felt as if I was looking through my eyelids at the ceiling, which is typical for me in the beginning of a wild dream. I thought 'there is no way I'm already dreaming' and began to float up into the air. My perspective didn't change, only the feeling of laying on the bed was replaced with a feeling of awkwardly floating some 3 feet above while still looking out through closed eyes. I decided to continue floating and my perspective cut to me standing in a strange kitchen. I felt normal, but was very small. There was now no question in my mind I was dreaming. Excited, I decided to move about the room and play with changing my size. As I changed my size, aspects of the room and the physics involved in movement did also. I ran and leaped, gliding quickly across the room, almost hitting a table fairly hard. (it is worth noting that up until this point, I was an atrocious flyer in my dreams, and trying almost certainly caused me to smash into things or lose lucidity) I continued to practice my takeoffs and landings for awhile, and when I mastered this I began to hover just inches from the ground. I began spinning and decided to continue spinning faster and faster. Faster and faster I spun until I shot up and out into space, traveling at what I can only assume was the speed of light, as my being had become as a single point. I shot across limitless spans of time and space in what was akin to being the universe's smallest, fastest comet until I just stopped in a beautiful nebula. I was warm, slowly floating in place. I felt safe and at peace. I thought 'this is what it must feel like in the womb' and as I did the space dimmed out and I was laying on my back looking out through my eyelids at the ceiling. I opened my eyes and was awake.

I looked at the clock; a single minute had passed.