Dreams...

I once dreamed about riding an elevator to the 15th floor. At the eleventh floor, though, the elevator began to free-fall. Suddenly weightless, those of us in the elevator hovered near the floor in a panic. Except me. Stretching I pushed off of the floor and shot up to the ceiling. I was separate but still a part of the panic. And then I realized "Okay, this is it" and I was at peace with acceptance.