Journal
Floating
I’ve been doing this strange thing lately… I’ve noticed it usually while walking alone, either in a shop or down the street, or while standing in line. My mind will start to wander a bit, as minds will do, but it always seems to drift off to the same thing- which isn’t a thought, specifically, but more of a feeling or an image. I start to imagine that I’m slowly lifting off the ground, lightly and steadily, like a balloon. My feet lift up and I go slowly, lazily twirling off into the sky, light as a feather, spinning happily like an astronaut and smiling down at the world I’ve left behind.
I’m not really sure what this is all about but it’s started to creep into my dreams as well. A couple nights ago I was inspecting the side of a red wooden building in the center a field when off I went, drifting up into the eaves of the building, the white nightgown I was wearing drifting around me like a ghost.
Not that I mind these reveries at all. I have, I think, more than my fair share of nightmares sometimes and these strange thoughts and dreams are a welcome respite. I wonder if this happens to anyone else? It would be interesting to talk about.
— Joshua
it was really cool.
— ross
— Andrew