Dream #5,353

 Christy is sick, she won't stop getting an upset stomach

Looking for inspiration in the sky

I make it up to the windows through a bit of push and pull

I start to fly

Now, I make it to a library--- suddenly the books change to vintage highlight colors and I pick 3.

Mentioning Gabriel to a teacher-

She gives me a "C,"

For class attendance--- or do I have a disease.

Anyway I make it.

And there's the Dalai Llama talking about lifeforms

A shell for the Sephirot

For my chakras.

Could I build a house with it,

Or just keep up with the Woods' 

His love life.

My love life.

All unfolding in a blissful dream.

I get locked in- since there's a jumper by the exit.

I land in a tricky way---- but it's golf, so I know my way around.