Day 132. Lucid dreams
In my dream I could fly. I spread my wings and soared to the sky and saw the whole world like a big mat beneath me. I heard the wind in my ears while I dove downwards again faster and faster. I flew between trees in a forest and over fields of golden barley. I flew by the sea over a white beach stretching mile after mile. I landed and sat down in the sand and watched the sun set in the ocean.
When I wake up I still have the wonderful feeling of freedom and calmness in me coming from the dream. But something else makes the feeling last: waking up well rested without feeling hungover gives me other wings, my AF wings.
Even if I can’t fly physically with them - I can psychologically. I can soar to the sky, giving me peace in an otherwise hectic work day, fly between trees when I’m dodging unnecessary conflicts with my kids or fly over an endless beach when I appreciate my life in full by measuring the string of small joys that makes up my everyday life.
We all have AF wings, if we dare to use them and believe that they will take us anywhere. Why use an alcohol crutch when you can have wings? 😊
Onward and upwards, comrades!

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