Another dream

This time, it was really incredulous. I can never believe it would happen, not unless if I tried dying and checking out how my next life would be like... Anyways, death is a one-way road, meaning if I die, I can never say "Yo!" to anyone anymore. So, maybe not.. By the way, as mentioned a few days ago, metaphysical phenomenons are most unlikely not going to happen, unless if the whole world, as one, believes in it.

This time, the part I can recall is: I was suspended in the sky! But it seemed way off, as no ordinary human is able to fly unless on a plane or can find a way to greatly reduce gravitational force acting on him, while taking advantage of air resistance to keep him up in the air.

I wanted to know why am I flying anyways, but to no prevail, I couldn't. I really couldn't control my movements, I couldn't even catch a small glimpse of what my hand looks like.

The setting can be described as an open, cloudy sky in the evening. If only I could envision it again and draw it... But one thing I can describe it is: it was kinda... romantic. Below me was a huge meadow of flowers, grass and some rock. The side was all forest and trees and slight mist prevents me from spotting further.

Around the piece of sky above the meadow, it was dead quiet and my sight was very clear. I didn't need a spectacle and my eyes were just as perfect, if only this was true... But what I knew was: I wasn't alone. I felt a hospitable presence, but it was ironic the presence felt lonely... It seemed full of troubles.

In the end, I couldn't see the presence by itself. What's more, I couldn't even realize who THE HELL AM I?!