You're so right RoseBlue! When I was a child I went through stages of recurring dreams. As a small child, one was that they (who??) were taking my little training bed and tossing it over the railing of the bridge that crossed the big river in town, and I was still in it! I'd get a feeling of terror and panic and I'd wake up just before I'd hit the water! It so happens that my parents had just moved me into my two teenaged sisters bedroom to share and I was only about four years old. Needless to say, I didn't feel welcome.

Another one was that I'd be walking along with some of my friends (at about 9 years old), and I would just levitate up into the sky and go as far or as long as I wanted! THAT was a cool dream, and I liked it whenever I repeated it because it felt so real, like I really could fly above it all (the fear, uncertainty and boredom of life sometimes.)