No Fairy Dust Required

The dream I had last night was so clear and vivid. The dream was again along the lines of a personal desire, although impossible (for now at least). It was the ability fly with nothing more than just by thinking about it. In my dream, I could fly like how some super-heroes do, or Peter Pan (minus the fairy-dust) but perhaps, closer to Neo in Matrix. You fly, simply because you believe you can.

Back to the dream.

It was surreal.
"I believe I can fly, I believe I can touch the sky"... and that's what I was doing!
I was in some highlands and there was a valley. In the valley were some ruins but more like junked items that had been discarded. They can junk entire buildings now?!? I was exploring the place and I recognized those items! Actually in reality I have never seen those things before but in this dream, it was something from my past. Photo frames with pictures that had been taken (from another dream?) Two of my ex-colleagues were suddenly there too, looking through the items, reminiscing the good old days. It occurred then that the whole place was one of my former workplace. We were rummaging through for sentimental items;

EG: I don't like the pictures in the photo-frame.

Moi: Then take the frame and leave the photos lah.
(Saying that while pulling the photos out of the frame. Then did the same to two other frames, keeping one for myself, one for EG and the other for PL)

There were wine bottles there as well. That's when Kali & Rama showed up. What the heck were they doing there? (in my dream that is) They wanted to take back a lot of stuff but can't carry all. I offered to deliver it personally to their homes (cuz I can fly remember?).

Rummage, rummage...

Next I was in my car, but it is more than that. I can WILL my car to fly... now that is something right? Fly, fly, high into the sky...

Scene shifts. Now we are flying over water and there some scuba diving activity going on. I think I was going diving but don't really recall now. From this point, recalling the dream becomes fuzzy as an incessant alarm becomes louder. I was back on my bed waking up to the physical-bound world.