I was in some Peruvian/Arabian village with stone steps and arches and little canopied vendors (shut down for the night). It was late enough that no one was out; the stone city square in which I stood cast in bright silvery moonlight. I felt my limbs being lifted individually like a marionette, and I rose upward readily to where I could look down at the village maybe 100 feet below. At this point I was aware of my power to fly, and shot forward decisively, zooming across the Atlantic Ocean (having originated somewhere in South America). The moonlit Atlantic passed below me in a matter of seconds and I was over Russia/Germany by the end of my journey and dream.
[submitted by Jake]
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