Dream 1
I was walking behind my mother on a concrete path along a lawn lined with some small shrubs and flowers. Eventually my mother was far ahead of me, and I was behind an old, short, Asian woman. I wanted to catch up with my mom, or at least move faster than the Asian woman. But I wanted to wait until the woman wouldn't feel like I was being rude by passing her.
The path, though still as open-feeling and suburban-feeling as before, was crisscrossed now with shin-high shrubs on the walk and overhanging, leafy shrubs encroaching over the walk. I couldn't touch any shrubs. I had to jump over the crisscrosses and touch only the concrete, but I could only land on one foot and jump off and land on the next foot.
As I got better at this the overhanging shrubs faded to the sides. The Asian woman was far ahead. The crisscrosses got thicker, so that I had to float to get to each open patch of concrete. One series of shrubs I jumped through was like a mix of barberry leafs with pink sedum blossoms that were soft like pink Apache plume blossoms.
The Asian woman waited where the path became clear again. I landed near her. My mother said, as if behind us, "It's a good thing the old man wasn't here. You wouldn't have gotten away with some of your jumps."
We were all getting ready to meet a new girl. I was pleased with my abilities and in the meantime I levitated myself about six feet in the air, face down. I was surprised with how well I could control myself, how still and relaxed I was.
But the Asian woman and my mom laughed at me. My mom said, "Preemie, aren't you forgetting?"
Still floating, I spun around and saw the young woman beside my mom. The woman had long, blonde hair -- all I remember.
I said, "Oh, right, I forget."
I offered the woman my hand, but I had floated higher and was out of reach. Everybody laughed. I tried to lower myself, and then I kept aiming badly at the woman's hand.I tried to land altogether, but I was now really uneven.
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