No Dream last night. An archived dream.

So I did not dream last night. Here's an old one that I still remember pretty clear. It's from when I was little, maybe 6,7, or 8.

I could fly. I remember flying over the playground of my old daycare. I had a little, plastic, yellow shovel in my hand and my arms were out stretched. All the kids playing looked up to me and waved. I waved back down to them, smiling ear to ear.

Then there's a gap. The point of view switched to third person instead of first. I was napping on a cot (like we did daily there). But, I was hovering above the cot while dead asleep. The two women watching us looked at me and smiled. I know they were talking about me, but I cannot remember what they said.

End of dream.