When I was growing up, I lived on a street in which all of the houses were on one side of the street. The street came down hill and then flattened out about halfway through. Across the street was a grassy parkway. We would play baseball or football out there, behind that were woods and ponds and swamps.

I would frequently dream that I was running down the grassy side hill and a big wind would pick me up and float me for a while. While this was happening, I would try to scream for help, but nothing would come out of my mouth. I don't remember many more details of this dream, except for seeing the grass down below me, and me flailing my arms around trying to get down.

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