I woke up from the most amazing dream. I was driving a strange contraption through the sky saving some people and their things. I remember telling myself, you will be okay if you don’t look down. I started to look down a couple of times but would immediately raise my chin up. Below me, things were crashing and piling up. I took a round trip, and then everything settled down. At the end, some ladies were thanking me, but an old man said he never saw it happened.
Painting by Japanese woodblock artist Koson Ohara
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