It's said that flying dreams
Are a sign of being lucid
Knowing you're dreaming


Scene 1
I'm sitting at home in a luxurious chair
The scenery around me is extravagant and peaceful
My mother and father walk in the door
They laugh together and share one small affectionate kiss
I fold my piece of paper into a small crane
But it isn't right and I crush it under my thumb

Scene 2
I'm at school with my friends
My many, many friends
Each one shares a story of this and that
And hugs me before we depart
I tell them my biggest secrets
And they tell me theirs
None will ever leave me
Because I hold the power
I fold my piece of paper into a small flower
It's intricacy is lovely and unique
But it's still all wrong and I feed it to the spiders

Scene 3
He sits across from me in the small canoe
His love letter to me is precious
And a symphony plays in the background
He leans in to kiss me
And it's perfect
I lean back and smile
I fold my piece of paper into a small rose
It's a silky red that couldn't be marveled
By even the most real rose and I give it to him
He loves it but I know it isn't right
So I take it away and throw it in the lake to drown

Scene 4
I'm standing at the end of a hallway
Across from me is a mirror
I look beautiful, stunning
I'm thin and perfect
My eyes pop, my face is without blemish
My hair is silky with waves that would make
Even Poseidon jealous
The mirror cracks and my face distorts
And I shed a tear
But it fixes itself
As if my world was once again blemish-less
I fold my piece of paper into a small paper airplane
It reminds me that I feel the urge to fly
Like something isn't right
And I send it out the window
Because it knows something I can't grasp
And I watch as it never stops flying
And never touches the ground
It's perfect

End scene

It's said that flying dreams
Are a sign of being lucid
Knowing you're dreaming