The flying dream...

It's a short one, but possibly meaningful.  I think.

I was flying.  Soaring above the landscape so high that I could see over the mountains.  When I held my arms out straight I could glide along effortlessly, and by holding them at my sides I shot through the air so that the landscape was a blur below.  Then I landed.

I was in a town I didn't recognize.  As soon as my feet touched the ground, I knew something was wrong.  I tried to take off again, but I stayed where I was.  Running down the street, I leapt into the air only to fall to the asphalt.  In a moment of mad panic, I climbed to the roof of a three-storey house and tried jumping from the eave.  I flew like a rock and landed in someone's garden.

At the edge of town was a cliff.  It was miles high.  As I threw myself over the edge, it didn't even occur to me what might happen if this plan failed.  The rock face blurred past me while I gained speed.  Finally, I spread my arms and pulled up out of the dive.  I flew away from the strange town.


Hmm....  Reading back over that, it seems like there's a suicidal bent to it.  That is definitely not the hidden meaning.