​Can’t remember much from last night’s dream, except that I took my dog, Zeta, for a walk. Rather than walking with her, I was actually gliding along a few inches above the grass.

This is actually quite significant, because I’ve glided many times before in dreams. I did it a lot when I was young, but my mind is now convinced that I actually did it in real life. I know I can’t fly (I’ve tried it) but my mind remembers me doing it several times so vividly and it seems so real.