I am looking over a cliff, and know that I am dreaming...

Date: 5/5/2016

I am looking over a cliff, and know that I am dreaming. I want to get to the shore beneath, where the water laps gently against round boulders, but feel what I know is an irrational fear of getting there by flight. (I suppose I have been reading too many stories of flying failures, as I've done it before without issue. Then again, it is always over relatively flat land, never cliffs or building edges. It's as though I think I am a hovercraft, and my elevation follows the terrain.) I decide to secure a rope to the tree at the edge as a safeguard, then worry it is not very sturdy, so I create a second rope attached to one curved trunk in a cluster of sturdy cedars connected at the base. I reaffirm that I know this is sturdy. (I tie neither of these, only imagine they exist and they do. Good thing, too, or I would have obsessed on the appropriateness of the knots or rope!) I begin to rappel down, facing the limestone cliff, but remind myself this was only a precaution, and switch to floating slowly, leaving just enough slack to catch me a few feet below should I fall. I do once or twice, and as the fear swells up, I observe the sensation with fascination, as I know so completely that this is a dream. I think I only fall because I am looking down, so I keep my eyes forward or up, and I am soon at the water, which seems to have come up to meet me. I am then viewing this shoreline of high water from far above. (I think I wake then, believing I perceive my sleeping body, but the details are fuzzy as I did not record immediately.) Interpretations welcome, though I have my own theories... :)