I flew for the first time in a lucid dream this morning. It felt amazing.

Here is a novel attempt at trying to visualize a dream:

https://twitter.com/IgnotaBooks/status/1118936207013154816



I was floating, suspended above an incredible view over a small hamlet at what seemed like the moments before dusk. The sky was pink and lilac. And I knew that I was flying.

“I'm flying, and this is a dream," I marveled, and then I pulled a nosedive towards the ground and found myself slipping into the conscious world again. 

The flight felt indescribably good. Like a lifting of the heart, a rush of flowing energy to the body. Like coasting down a smooth road on a bike without any friction or physical touch. Pure joy. 

Once lucid, I wanted to take a closer look at the ground. Like my other lucid dreams, the surprise of understanding that 

And I heard music. I remember only three notes: A flat, E flat, B flat above that. I heard harmonies, but I don't recall what they were. I knew immediately that this wasn't a song I've heard in the past, but one that I was meant to record. 

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