Flying high
This week’s dreams focused on vivid scenes of flight and weightlessness. One dreamer navigated a maze of floating, brightly colored cubes, gliding effortlessly between them.
Another leapt across skyscrapers, landing safely on each rooftop without hesitation.
A third dreamer floated over an endless ocean, watching their reflection ripple in the water below. These dreams depicted scenes of movement and elevation, capturing moments where gravity seemed to lose its grip.
So, in my dream, I don't know how I died, but I know I'm dead. I stepped outside and saw whales flying through the sky—it was majestic. I was able to fly too, and as I soared, all my worries disappeared. I felt contentment like never before.
