Last night I not only dreamed that I could fly but that I was a naughty little boy. I flew into an old Christian church and proceeded to overturn candelabras, throw down crucifixes, hurl hymn books, and cause as much damage as possible. Meanwhile, the two old ladies from the movie Babbette’s Feast humbly cleaned up after me.
I think this dream was inspired by my wishing to fly as I’ve roamed around the stage of the Scera theater during play practice for Hello Dolly. Theater’s often instill within me a desire to fly, what with their high roofs, fly systems, and so many fun things to play with for flying people. Some day.