This was a dream I had a few weeks after I learned what it's like to counsel at a summer camp full of horses.

I was in a building. It was painted light green in and out.

Kids were crowded in the building. They wanted a ride on my pony. I hovered above, watching an old lady demonstrate how to mount.

Wait.

How was I flying?

Imeediately, I blurted out, "I wish I was the only one in this room at the moment."

All the children were gone. I was hovering from above. I looked at my own hands. They were tinted with green paint. Then the green faded.

I realized. I could control this dream.

"I wish I could ride my horse right now."

I swirled into a tornado, watching the world spin until I saw on the back of my tethered pony. The kids were coming back again.

"I wish I could fly," I said. I hovered off of my pony and towards the ceiling.

"I'll be right back."

The world swam out of view, and I awoke back in my room.

Everything was so hazy. I could see in the dark, but red and blue sparks were flying everywhere and cartoon kids were dancing my vision. I was creeped out by the dream, it made my heart race. It was around midnight, I checked on the clock on my Kindle. I immediately went to my Sketchbook app and drew a crappy picture of a tired face. With messy handwriting, I also wrote "so tired..." my midnight vent masterpiece was done. I even have that picture still.

So beautiful.