Flying

I dreamt that I was flying. It wasn't that I was mechanically able to fly on my own, but I didn't have a parachute or anything like that- just a couple of little strings behind me... who knows where they came from or went to. I only knew when I pulled on them I'd change directions. I'd go way up high and then come right back down. I was bopping up and down in the air when I saw that my neighbor down the street was going on a hot air ballon ride. They were just taking off, so I bopped on over to say hello/ goodbye. I ended up getting tangled in the hot air balloon, and it took me up in the air with it. I was going higher and higher and getting very scared. Everyone on the ground was so tiny. I finally freed myself, but then my flying strings didn't work!! I fell from WAY up there! and I landed with a thud. I stood up feeling dizzy, my chest was hurting badly. I spit up blood and decided that I was not ok. I needed to go sit down. I knew that Shelly was remodeling a house, so I walked over there. She had all kinds of colors of paint on the walls. It was beautiful!