Another dream and theatre

This mornng, before the alarm again interrupted, I had a vivid dream. This time, I was in Liverpool (my home town) and for some reason I was carrying a brief case and walking arund and through a warren of businesses, buildings and alleys. Eventually, I came to a large grassy area that had a high wire fence around it. I jumped up and could fly. I used to dream about flying a lot when I was a kid, but as I get older I seem to do it less and less.

I was flying over hills, forests, ravines, all so spectacular. At one point I was heading for some very tall trees and, once I passed over them, there was before me a perfect vibrant piece of grassy land extending down to the ocean. In all my flying dreams I have never dreamt about flying out over the ocean, but this time I did. The sky was a dark grey, like right before a storm, and the ocean was a deep blue, and quite choppy. The whole scene looked like a painting by Constable.

I flew on for a bit and then returned to the fenced area. Upon landing I went into a room and spoke to someone there, telling her (it was a she) that I could fly. When I attempted a demonstration... I couldn't fly anymore. Then the alarm went off.

This evening, I went to the Brisbane Arts Theatre to see "Amadeus". It was pretty good actually, better than some of the stuff I have seen there this year. It was a bit long though; it didn't finish until 10:40pm. I walked home.