Dear Lili,
Last night I think was the first time you appeared in my dream. At least that I remember. Despite your brief appearance here it is:
I was flying a paper airplace/hang glider with my best friend Becca. Becca was on the left side and I was on the right side. It was a warm summer day and we were flying above super green grass and a tall, tall apple tree. Becca’s father had taught us how to fly the plane and even was trying to convince us to fly all the way to her home town for an Obama celebration he was hosting. Becca and I weighed our options. Discussed the pros and cons at length as we do and have throughout our entire friendship with any big decisions. At times the plane would start to dip down and lose steam. Not in a violent way but in a neglected way. Then one of us would remind the other ‘Kick kick kick!’ and we would scissor kick like a couple of Rockettes until our plane caught wind again and rose.
At one point after we deicded against flying the plane to the event (neither of us knew how to land) I briefly considered strapping you in the middle of the plane and taking you for a ride but Becca and I agreed. It was a flimsy strap. You weren’t ready. We were afraid you might wiggle.
