Dreams

Friday, July 09, 2010: Magic Carpet, Sunken Bridge

He hovered in the air, seated cross-legged on a small rectangular carpet, no larger than two feet by three feet. His small dog sat on his lap. There was another person nearby, seated on a similar carpet. It was night. They flew near two brick buildings and streetlights.

When day came, they flew towards Lake Quinsigamond. They saw that Lake Quinsigamond was overflowing its banks. A section of bridge was completely submerged.