That dream from a couple of nights ago is still on my mind. It reminds me of when i was about 6 or 7. i used to imagine (although i don't believe i was imagining it. It was real. i just don't want you thinking i'm crazy!) i could walk up these invisible stairs, and at the end, or top, of the stairs was an open doorway. Well, i'd gone up about to the 5th stair alone, with no one watching, and always fallen down. I could never get to the door. Then one day I convinced my childhood friend Chris to watch me. now, the skeptic in people will say it's just the imagination of kids going wild. But he watched me walk up those invisible stairs to about or at least the 5th step. No lie.

However, the price for showing him that i could basically walk on air was i lost the ability. i never had that happen again, sadly, until that dream a few nights ago. Although it was a bit different than my childhood.