Lying on my right, I felt a familiar morning-phase state and tried to grab and rub my hands.
I managed to do so and felt the rubbery sensation of my palms together, rubbing and rubbing. I then felt myself lifted up, flying straight into the sky. As I flew upward,
I looked at my hands, peering at them, trying to make the world become clearer and more solid.
It was all black at first as I ascended. Gradually, as my skin turned brown and I could see it clearly, the world around me also became bright with light and color.
I found myself now in a house. There was a kitchen, I think, and a table there.
My wife, Annie, and our two sons, Adrian and Darren, were present. They were young and small. Annie was preparing breakfast for them. They were talking and speaking, and they were happy.
I went over and interacted with them, touching them, but they couldn’t see me.
It was as if I were invisible to them. I also touched the objects there and could feel them clearly. Then the dream faded.
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