I was a ghost. I thought I might be dead, but I had a strong feeling that I wasn’t. The thing is, no one could see or hear me. I could walk through walls and my hand passed through books and furniture. I think I might have bumped into my dad earlier, but in my dreams we never say any words. There is just an overall mood. At one point, to test my theory (that I was dreaming), I flew up into the rafters of this one room. When I went outside to really fly up into the sky, I jumped and fell flat in the grass. It was hard to tell if I was dreaming or not. I got up and went from apartment to apartment, seeing how different people decorated their apartments. I could walk through walls. Some people were sleeping; some were talking or getting things together. One blonde woman was watching a movie in her apartment, and I passed halfway through the window to see what it was. It might have been a Hitchcock film or The Sound of Music, but I didn’t recognize it. After she adjusted her shirt, she got up to leave. I followed outside where she got on a motorcycle. I tried to ride along, and I did for a bit, but the alarm woke me up soon after we crashed into a restaurant of some kind.
