Did not stay awake long enough.

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Crashed, and hard, right after righting that.  Back to bed, just waking at 05:03.  Not sure I'll be awake long even this time.  Maybe?  No dreams remembered, if I think I keep dreaming of flying.  That strange type of flying, which both is and isn't a sort of flight, moving at exceptional speeds, and is more something between flight and teleportation.  Once you have everything dialed into, to within a block... which takes a while... a month or several?  Once all dialed in, for the earth, movement takes a moment.

Whether going shopping at my usual grocery store, having a luncheon in Paris (if I wouldn't these days), a late snack in Jordan, a tea in Japan, or such, the travel time duration difference is not measured even in seconds.  Still, whether going to the refrigerator, clothes dryer, or Timbuktu, one generally needs a reason.  Usually, finding a reason is... not a good thing.

Oh, the temptation to go into any cash or precious metal depository... taking as I wish?  Besides the various risks of flesh, there is always the risk of the soul.  Nothing, as I told my friend earlier, is free.  Is it worth risking the soul for something not paid?  And... God is always watching.  No, not to me.  Still, to see a few sights... from The peaks of the highest mountains to, certain shore views at dawn or dusk?  To watch some of the most spectacular wildlife, and events in their lives unfold?  To see miracles of life, for people, unfold.  Maybe to even play some small part in a success that might not have happened?

The thing is, such a power does not make one God.  Saving the world from reality, or itself, or even a few men... and women?  As tempting evil?  More so perceived good.  The most difficult thing is to let people choose and face consequences... to follow in the real God's footsteps, or try.  Hard?  Unimaginably... or... nearly.  But, yes, I.... foreswore playing God shortly after my initial foray into miracles.

Not all of this was from the dreams, just things from the dreams, coupled with thoughts from the dreams... while awake.  The thing, beyond, is there is no way to save everyone.  Choosing who to save becomes quite the thing.  Then the temptation to end those who are evil creeps in.  Also, not... to be done.  People must choose.  Prices must be paid.  And even the innocent must die, and the guilty must live.  It was terrible, realizing some things.

There is a place to... affect change.  Self-defense is a requirement... a universal law.  Protecting and helping one's own, and community up to a certain point.  Oh, and keeping one's abilities from being know, too, is required.  They would hound you night at day for everything from lost keys to petty or right vendettas, to lost cattle, or a structurally unsound home.  You would become a false god, and loved by those you helped, hated by those you didn't, wouldn't, or couldn't.

Anyway... for whatever reason, the last week I have been flying around, looking the world over.  Most nights, and some shorter sleeps, dreams of flying.  Mostly touring.  Or just the enjoyment of the... flights.  I got the feeling I wasn't the only one out there.  Though the others kept out of my ability to see.  Angels, I suspect.  Perhaps demons?  Too, I suspect if I started "helping" the world, life would have become difficult.

Oh, there were ways to... biome wealthy doing this.  And I did, to a degree, profit.  But gold, wealth, and such, has to be tempered... as with the other things.  And getting rich has never been a great calling, for me.  Just a... rare item here, or there, otherwise lost to men.  Or noticing where certain minerals or other commodities might be... a thing unnoticed to point by others.  It... doesn't take much.  What dreams.

Later.