It usually starts by walking normally on the ground… then gradually, I find myself flying… just me and the sky and everything else becomes of no value as I can no more notice any of them… I keep flying till I wake up… and I really hate this moment…. it’s when I realize that I was dreaming… but the good thing is that this dream keeps repeating itself night after night… I wish that in any of these nights I don’t wake up again… This is where I want to be… this is where I feel free… I see nothing but what I want to see… the sky… the birds… the clouds and some green and blue areas far away with some small shining lights… I can take a complete tour around the globe in no time… I race birds… jumping from one cloud to another approaching the moon and the stars… I laugh with the wind… I melt myself with rain drops… and I feel the Freedom I seek and miss in my conscious life… No more chains… no more burdens… only my own sky… and my own me.
Mena Mostafa