flying in newcastle

I was in Newcastle, walking up the shore with my back to the ocean, heading across the sand. It was a very dark night. Suddenly, I was lifted into the air, rising rapidly up, riding the warm air current. Below me, the sand was studded with hundreds of tiny golden lights like fairy lights but with no electrical cords. The lights were sprinkled the along the shore, illuminating the patterns, holes and small caverns in the sand. The black sky was dotted with thousands of glittering stars, mirroring the twinkling sand. I felt an overwhelming surge of joy as I rose into the air and welcomed the thought of a flight over Newcastle. Just as I began to soar across the sky at the outskirts of the city, I lost my grip of the dream and woke.