The dream began with me, soaring above the clouds, relaxing under the warm spring sun. I was flying from my apartment to a family reunion (or some similar get-together) at my mom’s place. My landing was flawless due to years of frequent practice. Flying was, without a doubt, my favorite activity. I walked towards a collection of faces pointing in my direction, a handful looked seriously concerned. Being the only one left out of the loop, I knew whatever it was, it was probably about me. “Did they see my arrival?” I thought to myself. I’m usually pretty good about coming and going unnoticed.

As I continued moving toward my immediate family, I started to overhear people talking about the various psychological problems that seem to have recently cropped up in my extended family. I heard my name mentioned more than a few times as well. What was going on?!

After a long talk with my mom, and a few others in the family, I found out what the fuss was all about.

They saw my landing after all.
I was never really flying to begin with. I was dropped off by a friend then proceeded to pretend to “land” on the road near the driveway. I had imagined it all!! For the past sixteen years I had thought I could fly, only to find out it had all been a figment of my imagination!

If my imagination was able to fool me so completely, how do I know what was real?!

This is when I woke up to go to work...