Dream

Went back to sleep and dreamt I was wandering around in a large building. I was the only one there. I walked into a corridor and down toward a larger room and realized I was in a large post office. There were big canvas-lined bins on wheels and other postal-type stuff. (I guess they still have that. The last time I was in the back of a post office was probably fifteen years ago.)

I tried to fly, but couldn't... at least not very well. I can frequently fly in my dreams, but this time I was just sort of fluttering.

Then I was outdoors somewhere and it wasn't Oklahoma. I'm not sure where I was. It was autumn, and there were rolling hills and trees starting to turn fall colors. It was a little overcast. I came to a bluff and jumped off it, figuring once I was in the air, I would fly. I did fly enough to break my fall, but I still landed on the ground below with a pretty hard thump.

During all this, I was trying to sing Hotel California, but I couldn't remember the lyrics. I decided the reason I couldn't fly was because I was too focused on trying to remember the words.

Then I woke up.