balloons

Date: 4/23/2016

I floated just off the ground with five balloons tied to a string wrapped around my waist. I could move as fast as I wanted floating one way or another. Sometimes I would fly along the road with my balloons holding me up. I flew along as fast as vehicles. I was trying to get somewhere. Find something or someone. I remember flying by a women running in the opposite direction and nearly struck her. Turning direction was difficult. Especially at high speed. I had to continually shift my body to keep from spinning around like you would on a one rope swing. Where was I going? I stopped in the crook of a sharp turn to figure out where I was. The road here was narrow and seemed high in the mountains It continued rapidly downhill from where I was. As I was stopped I felt that particular surreal feeling one has after driving on an empty Kansas highway for a long time and then stopping along the road. The sound of the vehicle is gone and the road takes on a different appearance. Looking vaguely around for other vehicles. Hearing the sound of loose gravel crunching under your feet