I slept so deeply last night. It was difficult forcing myself to get up when my alarm went off. The night was sprinkled with strange dreams. I lived in a huge wooden house in the middle of a field. People were arriving for a party I was throwing. The first guest was my old Karate instructor. I haven’t seen him or his wife in years and years. I ran to him and he picked me up and twirled me around. I was surprised he had no trouble lifting me and I felt light and free. As he spun me, I couldn’t help but look down and as I did, I noticed he wasn’t standing in the same spot but he was moving towards a steep, grassy decline. My heart started to race and I feared he would lose his footing and I would go hurtling down the hill. Right before his foot should have started down the drop he stopped the spinning and everything was fine. I was relieved. More guests arrived and crowded at the top of the decline. Instead of staying safely at the top, people seemed compelled to throw themselves down the hill. One guest log-rolled to the bottom. Another guest somersaulted while another slid on her back. I awoke.