Rock had just left a large group of friends and acquaintances in the lobby of a hotel in downtown Hot Springs, Arkansas, and was on the way to his car, parked on a lakeshore close to the hotel. His legs had felt particularly strong and springy throughout the morning, and he felt compelled to run as he proceeded along a sidewalk. Shortly after he began to run, he jumped to see how long he could remain airborne. To his pleasure, he immediately knew he could float as long as he wanted, but as he approached a wide flight of concrete steps that descended to the street and beach below, he decided to opt for safety and land just short of the stairwell.
Rock guessed he had experienced this ability to fly a dozen or more times over the course of his life, including at least once in 2014. Unlike those times, though, this time he knew he wasn't dreaming. He was disappointed no one had seen him. https://hypoglycemicdreams.blogspot.com/search?q=jump+phase
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