My dream was part spiritual experience, part adventure trek, and part sexual experience.
I was flying over trees and water, so low that a few times I crashed. It was frightening, but somehow I never got hurt. I eventually spent more time flying than crashing, and it was exhilarating more in a spiritual sense than in a physical one.
Then I was with a group exploring a mysterious place full of trees, bush, and waterfalls. We could do anything, like we were a different form of life, including going over waterfalls and going anywhere in the bush. It was a wonderful, indescribable setting and emotional experience.
This was somehow supposed to culminate in a sexual experience with one particular person, but I didn’t want to wait until the end. The person I found myself with was sweating so much that I had to close my eyes against the sting. He apologized. The last thing I remember seeing was his rear and thinking that what was supposed to happen wasn’t going to work unless there was something truly supernatural or different about us. The original person could see all this and didn’t like it, but only in a detached way. Still, I was concerned. Despite the circumstances, the sweat, and the uncertainties, it was hot.