ok people, have fun with this one:
I’m standing on a beach. It’s dusk, getting darker. Only a small amount of sun peeking through the dark night clouds. I hear sound of waves, only dimly aware of my surroundings. I feel anxious, nervous, but not quite fearful. Anticipation. I’m running along the beach, probably heading south as the sunset is on my right. I’m vaguely aware of a small wooden structure, possibly a life saver’s hut, on poles, holding it above the sand. Someone calls out to me – I do not recognize the voice, and am barely able to make out the shadow of their form standing in the structure. This person throws something, or releases something towards me. It glows a slight golden/white light. It stops and floats near me. I’m not sure if I’m running or not at this point, I may have stopped. “What are you?” I ask. “Tinkerbell” is the reply. “You mean the Peter Pan, never-land kind of tinkerbell?” “Yes” is the reply. Then I say something again to the effect of “wonderful, let’s fly” [FONT="]or “dust me”. [/FONT]. And I begin to fly. I begin by floating up, and then with only my will I can move forward at tremendous pace. It’s a little uncontrolled… wobbly… Like riding a bike for the first time, only just managing to keep control. But it’s playful and free. I fly around objects, almost hitting them as I fumble past. Actually, it’s a bit like Hancock’s style of flight. Almost the exact same, really.
Then the dream changes. Or I get a new one, it’s difficult to tell. One blurs into the other, no real transition. I’m in a car park in a city, at night. Lighting is dim. I see no cars, only the white lines on the black tarseal, broken up by trees in small planter boxes. I see people coming from the buildings. They walk slowly… ambling. Are they wearing clothing? I don’t actually recall. Perhaps some were topless. It’s a bizarre feel. I’m curious and intrigued, but wary. These people don’t really seem to have much will-force. They get nearer, and I try to find tinkerbell. I don’t know if Tinkerbell was there or not, but I think she may have been, just out of sight, darting around me, vanishing from my field of view when I turn my head. Whether she’s there or not, I fly up and hover a few metres above the ground to watch these people. From my vantage point I can observe these people, trying to work out who or what they are. They seem almost zombie-like. Some start kissing passionately, and these kisses turn into a devouring. Like they consume each other… eating each other. It’s strange, but I’m not afraid of them. I come down to the ground (willingly or not, I don’t recall). One female looks up at me, a limb dangling from her mouth. Interestingly I don’t remember any blood being present. A few come towards me, I feel anxious again. And then I wake up. I remember feeling very heavy indeed – almost like I need a few moments to become accustomed to the physical realm once again. I feel like I’ve just *crashed* back into my body at a tremendous speed. I later fall back to sleep, but upon waking the dream remains as vivid as it was at first.