Flying (Fourth Dream)

Dream four...I am back at that summer camp. Only once again it looks completely different. We are on a hill, the buildings are log cabins and there are so many trees it looks like an east coast countryside.


All my family is visiting, as is people from my old church, my new church and every friend from both high school and college. We are about to start a worship service, but no one can find my youngest brother. My current college pastor scatters every one across the camp to find him. My mother is very worried and I tell every one it will be fine. I can find him.


And then, like Nathan Petrelli from the TV show Heroes, I shoot into the sky, above the trees and the camp and fly towards the opposite end. My eyes rove across the grounds, around the buildings and under the trees.


My brother is no where to be seen. I reach the end of the came and loop back around dipping over the nearest high line wires and circle lower to the ground around some trees.


Then I hear voices coming from a small cabin near the center of the camp. There is my brother sitting at a table, with a couple of his buddies eating ice cream.


It is way to early in the morning to be eating that stuff, I think. I holler at him to get his rear back to the group and then fly back to my mother.

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Am I crazy? Do I really have inspirations of being Peter Pan? Really?
I think not. These dreams makes no sense to me.


None at all.