Saturday, 31 August 2013

Flying is happiness. Where are my wings?

Last weekend, I had a dream that I lived in a place where everyone had wings and flew around. I didn't have wings. I was treated as inferior because I had to stay on the ground and live on the ground floor, and because I couldn't fly to other places.

Then I met someone who had developed a new procedure to give someone artificial wings so they could fly. So I had an operation where they attached the wings to my back and gave me a special machine (the size of a handbag) which operated the wings.

Then I was able to fly with everyone else and I was really happy.

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