Last Night I Flew Away

Last night in my nightmare, somebody stabbed this dude with a giant iron scabbard. His fury caused him to wield the weapon himself and try to kill the rest of us.

It was special.

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As a child, I had more than a few of these nightmares. And my mind developed a pretty freakin’ cool way to get out of them.

I learned to fly.

I never got to fly right away though, of course. I mean, my mind had to let me get scared enough to launch a take-off.

But then….yes, I flapped my arms and flew. I was good like that.

Still am.