Let's give it some light.

Quite recently my dad told me how he often dreamed of flying,
I didn't dream about flying for quite a while and I hoped for one soon,
And a week ago I dreamed about four different kinds of flying in one night.
Swimming, flapping my arms, superhero and just floating, I'll describe my most interesting one:

I was in a foggy but shiney forrest, the kind were the light just shoots through. There was a forgotton temple, the most of it's large windows were broken, still it appeared to be quite peacefull.
I lifted myself up, still standing stait I floated inside the temple and I softly started blowing bright white light into all the corners and ceilings.
From all the light you could see the small dust parts of the temple float through the air. It felt very enlightening.

Inside my Head

Last night I was inside my own head, about the size of a bacteria. Have you ever seen microscopic blown up photographs of mites and object textures? They are usually coloured digitally to make them more clear to see. Well that’s what my brains looked like, a dirty yellow, purple, brown even some green. I was floating around, reconstructing it like it was made of clay. Whenever I got bored I just turned myself smaller, discovering new places. After a while I started to realise my brain wasn’t a place to go and just toy around with, poking holes in your head could have destructive consequences! I woke up.