A Flying Dream

One of the most common dream types is the "flying" dream. Sadly, this type also makes the most sense. Nonetheless, I'll tell you about it.

I woke up in the house that I lived in about 5 years ago (same one as the Sean Connery dream) and went downstairs to open up the front door and walk outside. A girl who doesn't look like anyone I know in real life but in the dream I identified as my girlfriend was playing with chalk on the driveway (probably the strangest part of it). I smiled and grabbed on to her with one hand, stuck out the other one, and began running down the driveway. At the end I jumped and, you guessed it, began flying. We flew around for a while, eventually coming to this little farm. I saw a McDonald's next to it so we landed and we were going to get something to eat. But a guy in a horse stable sitting on a bale of hay called out "Eat at Charles'! Don't eat at Crapworld." (I assumed he meant McDonald's as Crapworld.) So we took off again, heading towards Charles'. At that point I woke up.

I only remember my dreams on the weekends, when I have enough sleep. On the weekdays I forget them upon waking.