I’m at a social gathering of some manner, in a warm bright space. I decide it is time to leave so I say my goodbyes.
As I leave the space I am aware that I must go to England.
I find myself outdoors walking down a road. The road turns into a bridge that begins on land and disappears into the distance over the ocean. I walk onto the bridge but it disappears below me. Below me there is ocean, the occasional island, and in time, several small aircraft. This draws my attention to the fact that I must be flying, and I have let my altitude get a little out of hand. For a moment I’m not sure what to do, I notice I’m holding something. I focus on it, it is a credit card that I am holding between the thumbs and pointer fingers of both hands. I stretch my arms out, aiming the credit card down toward earth and feel myself quickly accelerate in the direction I’m pointing it. The control allows me to drop down until I’m just skimming the water.
I approach land, the water gives way to grassy meadows and ponds. I fly low over one of the ponds, I’m surprised to see milky white fish walking around the pond, in the grass rather than in the water. One in particular has it’s spine on the outside of it’s body, looking very much like a piece of nigiri sushi.
I gently land just past the pond at the base of a flight of stone stairs. I climb the stairs, walk a few feet through what feels like a medieval town, then enter one of the houses.
There are more stairs, I climb them and enter into a modern living room. There is an elderly man sitting in an armchair surrounded by children. They are all watching a huge flatscreen TV. They do not look my way as I enter the room.
I wake up.