night flying

We were lying in bed in the quiet darkness of our home. Our 'home', however, was nothing like our real home. The house was entirely open-plan, with all 'rooms' on the one level, mapped out only by the furniture. The walls were cement rendered, the ceilings were extremely high and the windows had no glass; rather, the windows were simply vast openings with wide sills that looked out to the forest. The night was dark and, instead of sleeping, I was awake, lying on my back, staring up to and through the ceiling, for the ceiling above the bed was made of glass. I could see the night sky and hundreds of stars shining. Suddenly, a helicopter with bright lights beaming down circled the area. Another joined it, and together they flew around and around, looking for someone or something. I jumped out of bed - a king-sized mattress on the floor - and ran to the window to see if anything was amiss, my dog barking at my heels. The search lights panned the forest floor; the helicopter engines roared. And then, as suddenly as they'd appeared, the helicopters left, and the night was quiet once more. Peace returned. I sat awhile on the window sill and breathed in the fragrance of the forest. Frogs croaked and night creatures hummed. On my way back to bed, elated, I felt the urge to leap into the air and fly. I floated up to the ceiling, and hovered there. My dog gazed up at me, not entirely surprised, and I flew easily around the house in the darkness.