Floating Dreams

Dreams

So last night I had this insane lucid dream where I was standing on top of this impossibly tall tower — so tall that the clouds were swirling around my knees. I knew it was a dream, so of course I thought, Let’s fall forever and see what happens.

I stepped off the edge and dropped like a stone. At first it felt normal — that stomach-lurch, wind tearing past my face, city lights getting closer. But then, right before I hit the ground, boom — instead of crashing, I fell through the street like it was made of fog.

Suddenly I was falling through an endless hallway lined with doors. The walls were covered in flickering TV screens playing random memories of mine — stuff I didn’t even remember. I reached out to grab a doorknob but missed it, still falling, spinning, laughing because I knew I was totally in control.

Then the hallway vanished and I was dropping through a giant ocean — just endless blue water in every direction, bubbles racing past me. Weird glowing fish swam alongside me, and I could breathe underwater like it was air. But the ocean had no bottom, so I just kept sinking, drifting deeper and deeper until the water turned into a sky again.

Next thing I knew, I was plummeting through a massive jungle. Giant vines and colorful birds whipped by. I tried to grab a branch — it turned into a snake and winked at me before slipping out of my hand. I couldn’t stop laughing.

I hit the jungle floor but didn’t stop — I punched right through the dirt and kept falling through a tunnel full of neon lights and floating clocks that melted when I touched them. Each clock chimed a different word when I passed by: “Dream. Memory. Freedom. Home.”

I realized I could fall forever if I wanted — no ground, no end, just a kaleidoscope of weird dream worlds stacked like pages in a book. And honestly, it felt amazing.

Eventually, while I was drifting through a pink thunderstorm full of upside-down rain, I thought, Okay, time to wake up. So I snapped my fingers mid-fall — and just like that, I was back in my bed, heart racing, feeling like gravity was still pulling me down through my pillow.