I have a recurring dream where I'm flying down my road, but not high enough to escape the grabbing hands of my mother and my younger brother. Somehow I manage to get higher by kicking my legs, like I'm swimming back up the surface, and then I hide in a tree or on a rooftop.
Last night I had a dream with the same flying theme, only this was different, a dream of rapid scene shifting- one minute I'd be in my back yard being chased by my brother (only it looked nothing like my back yard), and then the next I'd be at a wedding.
