Not running for a bus.
Not running to or from something or somewhere.
Not running in fear of my life.
Not chasing something or someone.
In my dream, I was walking through Rundle Mall, Adelaide, when I suddenly started running.
Just for the heck of it.
Just because I love to run.
In the dream, that is.
In real life, I don't run.
As I was running, I morphed into my much younger self.
My body thinned, my arthritis disappeared, and strangely, my clothes changed and I was suddenly wearing white shorts and a white t-shirt.
In my dream, I could feel the breeze on my face caused by the running.
I could feel my joints, my limbs and muscles working as they used to.
I could feel the smoothness, the ease, the flexibility.
I could feel the easy breathing.
There was no gasping or shortness of breath, so the asthma was gone too.
I could feel that I was really enjoying the running.
(Just as I now enjoy the walking.)
I wanted to run forever.
At the same time, I knew that I was dreaming.
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