Dreams of hovering...?

I had a crazy dream that I have to write down:



I was interested in learning more about a record company that put out new age/chill/lounge music. I found out that the owner of the record company would go out to the middle of a lake or body of water and sit on top of the water or hover on top of it to listen to the music and make his decisions.

I wanted to spend more time with the company to learn more and I found out that a group of people who worked in the company all shared the same belief: that everything a professor at NSU said was correct and possible. This professor said (in the dream, not in real life) that everyone has the ability to fly/hover/levitate, but people haven't done it for so long because they don't think they can. But the people at this record company believed it and could.

There were four people who had these abilities: 2 people would hover or levitate above the ground with their heads lower than their feet--they were called hoverers. The other 2 people would stand next to the hoverers and hold their palms near the feet of the hoverers to give them energy--these people were called holders. They did these things when they were brainstorming and planning because it gave them new ideas/creativity/etc. There were other people at the company who knew about this but didn't hover or hold.

Well, eventually the hoverers and holders realized that the others at the company had the same abilities but never knew they had them or believed that they could use them. So the hoverers and holders decided to name/appoint the people who had these abilities as a way to pass the baton and help them realize their potential. As they began to name the new hoverers and holders, the previous hoverers and holders would fall down and suddenly become very old and weak when just a minute before they had been young and strong. As the last of the hoverers and holders were named, I fell down too and suddenly became very old and weak. I was surprised at first but then I realized that I had memories of being a holder.

Those of us who HAD been hoverers and holders decided to crawl to another room where we saw old women doing yoga. We decided to join them as we thought it might give us some of our energy and strength back.

At this point in my dream, I woke up (though I was still actually dreaming). I was in the room with the people doing yoga, but the whole hoverers/holders thing was the dream. I was trying to tell the people I was with about it, but one person kept cutting me off, so I began to try to talk over him instead of ask him to stop talking. It didn't really work and I felt like I had an important story to tell and no one was listening.


The end.

WEIRD!