Dream 1
Afternoon. Slightly snowy. I was on a street corner, in front of an iron-post fence that was about four feet tall. The fence was just a small distance away from a black-painted building-side.
I had (possibly) been on a sidewalk overlooking a street that went down a gentle slope like the main street of a mountain town turned chic and artsy. Now I leaned backwards as if standing on a small, concrete ledge-beam and slipping backward.
I had fallen almost completely down. I stopped myself and levitated myself back up toward the fence. But I only got about three-quarters of the way back to the fence.
I kind of froze. I wondered how I had been able to levitate myself in the first place. Now I convinced myself that I shouldn't be able to do anything like that at all. But I didn't quite admit it because I didn't want to fall down onto the sidewalk.
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