A male film star was in a city, situated to the west of a north-south row of buildings, and misty wooded hills lay beyond. He gradually floated up above it, not very high; this morphed into myself being the one floating and seeing the city from the air. It was mostly cloudy, but there seemed to be some weak high west sun at points. I seemed to maybe be an apparition or ghost, because after the floating, I climbed up onto a bus or tram ceiling, or maybe a bus stop ceiling, just next to the row of buildings, and I hung from horizontal ceiling bars with my hands and legs, jungle-gym style, but people could pass right through me. I seemed to be looking at this third-person though so maybe it wasn’t me anymore, or whatever.
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