The Manx Den

I was still in a heart-leaping OMGwtfWheeee! state of excitement, and in my dream sort of wiggled to my stomach, so that I wasn’t lying funny-prone while flying. Yes, flying, and I remember thinking that I should be scared of the highway pavement racing under me- but then again, it didn’t matter any more, did it? I was flying! Floating, perhaps? Anyways, hubby and I were beginning to move towards the person in the sky- slowly, as if we were figuring out how to move ourselves that direction, and following. It was kinda in the opposite direction of where the van had been heading, but at that point we weren’t even worried about oncoming traffic.