Morning of April 22, 2014. Tuesday.

This was another longer dream with different scenes, yet only two are clearer.

One scenario was unusual and involved my brother Dennis. My family and I are wandering through a large park with unusually equidistant (by about ten feet) rows and columns of old, large trees. For some reason, we climb them at different times and sit on the branches. It seems to be fairly late at night. A couple trees do not seem suitable to hold the weight on certain branches, and I think about hovering just above the branch enough to still make it seems as if I am “in” the tree. One particular tree does not seem to have any branches to sit on, as the angles of at least two larger branches directly upright from the trunk go out to about forty-five to sixty degrees.

Another scene involves Buddhists, but with some aspects of Krishna-based dress and decorations it seems, at some sort of small mall center to help distribute food and such to poor people in the town. Over time, I hover and fly in a cross-legged meditation position (which I think is my least common way of flying, actually). It seems slightly difficult to do at times, but I manage well. The monks mostly ignore me as they go about their work, inducing handing brochures to people walking through the hall of the shopping mall. At one point, I seem to be wearing a robe which hangs down, almost touching the floor. This does not seem problematic for the most part. In some ways, my movements seem to involve muscular effort to go certain directions even though I am only floating in the air.