I had a kind of dream that I have been having my whole life. It's a flying dream where the ability to fly requires great effort on my part. Normally in these dreams I jump off of a canyon type vista and have to maintain the floating through concentration. This dream was similar but this time it was a vast lake with an incredible sunrise before me.
Here's the cool part: during the flight over the lake I encountered a group of strange trees growing out of an island not much bigger than the root system of the trees. They were like gnarly weeping willows and they were releasing tiny cotton-swab like flower petals into the wind. It was as if it was snowing in slow-motion, very peaceful and serene. And as I drifted past these trees there was a magic frog in one of the higher boughs singing and croaking MY MELODY! It was so cool. Oddly, I had to spin around on my back to see him because the tree was much taller than the height of my flight. This is the first time that has happened. Normally I have to keep my face and belly toward the ground.
It's odd how the mind constructs a scenario around the unconscious stimulus of a musical loop. There was more to the dream that I can't really organize in my mind enough to write about, but the end of it was just as I described above. I can't recall ever having a coincidence like this with music during sleep. I intend to try it again. I highly recommend it. Perhaps my story will plant the seed in your mind and you will get a cool dream, too.
God bless!
-Shane
