Last night in my dream, a girl was chasing me around, following me everywhere. Anytime she would appear, she would sing the same song. It was (in the dream) a wonderful melody, and each time she started singing, I would sing along with tears in my eyes.

Throughout the dream, I was flying a small white kite… the kind I had seen little children in India flying off their rooftops, high into the sky. Nothing more than a flimsy, small-sized, diamond piece of paper, no tail. Anytime the girl sang, she would try to crash down the kite I was flying.

When I awoke from the dream, I could remember the melody, and could even sing it as I lay in bed, but it soon faded out of my head (no, I forgot to record it)…. but I loved that little kite in the dream… loved flying it…. loved playing with it… loved letting it get whipped around in the wind… and I was so curious and puzzled why the girl would want to crash it…