Magnificence

I woke up around 4 and couldn't get back to sleep easily because of a really bad sore throat. But when I did, I drifted directly into dreams for a long time and then found myself electric in my body, restlessly moving around within it, waiting to project.

I float out of my body awkwardly into the room. I don't feel completely present because I am so exhausted and fighting a virus and just want to sleep. Because of this my movements are lazy and without intention.

Somehow I find myself standing in front of my house on my street. I am about sixty feet tall, standing there. It feels magnificent. I am magnificent in size, this is extraordinary. I gradually shrink down until I am closer to ten feet tall, and I begin to jump, great, big elaborate jumps, pushing off with one foot and landing about thirty feet away on the other. Again, my size and this unearthly ability creates a wonderful feeling of magnificence and bliss. I go around the bend of my street and now I am on St. Clair, just jumping these great jumps to feel my power and strength. I have this feeling of another presence with me, who I am sort of teaching how to jump these great jumps, but I never see this person.

Now I make a left onto Texas Street and look toward the sky. My neighborhood is vivid. I appreciate vividness in these experiences and soak it up like food for the soul. I jump and jump and jump extravagant jumps and feel the greatness in my bones. 

I am craving a different landscape. I want to go somewhere else. I am still ten feet tall, and I reach my long, skinny arms out to the front of me and rip open the fabric of this scene as though it's merely a curtain, exposing a grassy field in another reality. The sky is pink in there. I like it and I want to go. I rip wider and wider until my neighborhood is completely gone and step inside the meadow, losing consciousness completely.