Can’t touch the ground

Date: 12/30/2021

I’m late for work. I put on two pairs of shoes, one on top of the other. With a friend, I start to run down the street to work. At first we’re running on hands and feet. I’m pulling myself along with my fingers. I try to walk upright, but can’t. I float a few feet off the ground and pull myself along by grabbing trees and signs. I get to work/school. I still can’t touch the ground. There is a crowd of people and competing magicians. I ask someone to push down on my shoulder. This doesn’t work. I’m lower, but still not affected by gravity. There is an interlude where I’m worried about being in a class I haven’t studied for. I kidnap a skinny friend and go up the staircase of a hotel. The stairs are carpeted. Since I’m still unaffected by gravity, I can go straight up the middle. In a room at the top, he’s split into two gods responsible for my condition. One is a child, the other is a spider the size of a basketball. The spider chases me. I escape. I go down the stairs, taking another friend with me. We go down the center of the stairs. It becomes warped and distorted as we get lower. We pass floating bodies. At the base of the stairs are a housekeeper I know and a tall man. Both are becoming distorted. The housekeeper wishes me a good sleep before being transformed. Her face is a silver mask. In the lobby I try to escape out the front door. New guests come in, oblivious. I get outside. It’s snowing ash. I see two familiar people from another dream. It’s unclear if my friend made it out. That was quite a dream. There was much more to it, thankfully forgotten.