crying for pavarotti with my mother - marching in the high school band - flying around like mary poppins at night among the power lines - george cuts my feet to protect me from evil, and he is surprised with the results - i intruduce him to cohry and they talk excitedly about david icke.

flying in dreams for me is a compromise. the reality of the ground around me reminds my brain that reality physics should have some say in things - but the physics of dreams allows me to soar as long as my willpower can hold me there. it ends up something like walking on the moon, except i go much higher and longer than the astronauts did. i gracefully land like mary poppins.