It's this old familiar, lucid thing. Here I am, walking along this familiar dirt road that leads home through the forest. The wind so calming, like the love of a mother’s fingers as it brushes back my hair.
Everything is GREEN and smells of life! My chest swells with goodness. I feel that "lift" in my feet. I'm walking on the very air.
Ahead, the old gate blocks my way. Unrattled, I approach invisible stairs, built of faith. As always, I step forward and...up. Here, I am absolutely aware of my power and unafraid and...wait!
I'M NOT DREAMING!