The meadow was a good meadow, with weeds up to the hips, soft ones you could caress like you were a retired roman general trying his luck at bloodsports.
So I did just that, and the weeds turned to wheat, because why not, and they felt soft and just a little bit tickly under my palms, that was perfect.
So I decided to run into the meadow, that was a wheat field now, and I was bothered that I couldn't feel the tickle on my legs and ankles, so I took off my pants somehow while I ran, and it was tickling, but a bit too much.
This wouldn't do, I wanted to caress the wheat with my legs, but just the soft top part, so I jumped a bit, took off and started flying right at the top of the field, and I lost the rest of my clothes somehow.
Now I was tickled everywhere, but it was a bit too much, and I was too close to the ground. Fortunately, the ground dropped, and I was flying over the sea, I guess the farmer put their field close to a cliff or something.
And I loved flying. Flying is easy, and you can do cool stuff like letting your hand trace foam in the water, or you can go up and dive directly from the sky. So I dove into the water, but it was cold.
I woke up immediately, my dream fading into a haze. Why was I cold? Was I flying? I was definitely flying, over the sea or something gold and ticklish. Maybe next time I'll dream I'm a dragon, flying over a sea of gold? Do dragons dream? Does gold tickle? What about dragons?
I felt the legs of some critter on my bare chest and pushed it away with a sleep-addled hand. It was some kind of daddy long legs, harmless but ticklish. I rolled into the covers once again, the night was a bit cold, and tried to pick my dream up. Maybe I could be a dragon, and the sea be gold.
