Dream: Flying Girl on the runway.

From what I remember I was playing Capoeira in the Dream, and I would go over and over to the Roda, I guess this has to do with my teacher telling me that I have to play more in the Roda and loosen up, I gotta get more games, so I was doing it on the dream, and I was enjoying myself.

Then I was on an airport, an american airport, and I had just come to the US, and I kept thinking that I had to go back to Venezuela because my mom was telling me she didn’t want me to stay too long.

Somehow as I got to the airport I was really loaded with money, and I decided that I would just send money right away, I wasn’t going back, it was too much risk (cause my country is now being overtaken by comunism)

So I was looking towards the runway and then I see the weirdest shit ever. This woman was laying down on the floor, actually floating very close to the floor (facing down), she had a red tshirt, and bright blue shorts, white sneakers, she was blonde, she had a “pony tail” on her hair, and then she started moving her arms and legs, as if she was swiming like a frog, and she quickly started going forward on the runway, and then I knew my mom was with me in the airport, and I turned back and said:

“Shit mom, look at this, I’ve dreamed about doing this, come quick you gotta see her, I can’t believe she’l flying, and this is not a dream, this is real life…”

I kept thinking about her being like a superwoman, the first on real life, and I was looking at her doing her thing. I went outside, and then she started flying upwards, and doing circles over the airport, and I was marvelled.

Then as I was part of a website, on the upper part of the screen, there was a small score window, with two indicators, EI and EF, the EI had a number and a green bar next to it, and the EF had another number and a red squared bar next to it.

Somehow these numbers meant money and stress level. And then I saw the woman’s indicators, and she had shitload of money and she had 0 on her stress indicator.

So I told her, “teach me how to fly!”, and as she was leading me through the runway, I was flying maybe only about an inch above the runway and my money score was going down very fast, but my stress level was going down very slow.

Somehow, I had children, they were cheering for me, “Fly daddy! Fly! You can do it!”, and as I flew close to the ground, I’d see these 2lt plastic bottles (yeah like soda) and they were in colors, green and purple, with the bold, capital letters “STRESS”, and they were all empty.  So I figured out she would drink this to get rid of her stress, but now that I think about it, it’s probably the opposite, I must have drinked them all cause I couldn’t fly.

The blonde woman looked very much like my girlfriend (bodywise), but her face was like of a 40something woman, then she took me to a rooftop, and she grabbed me by the hand and told me to believe that I could fly. We started running towards the border, and of course, I didn’t believe, I said to my self, she’ll just push me up.

So she took me up, by my left arm, and it was so real, I couldn’t believe it was actually happening… and then I don’t know what happened, and I woke up, and I was pissed and smiling at the same time, silly me… how didn’t I know it was a dream all along.

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