Right before awakening this morning, I dreamed that I was flying* above, then below, then above vividly blue coastal waters. I felt an ecstasy that was a blend of freedom, pleasure, joy and beauty. I finally tired and dropped onto the beach to catch my breath. I rolled over, raised my face to the sun, and closed my eyes. That is when I woke up.
I wish I could have recorded this dream to pop into my mind whenever I need aboost, although I would likely get hooked on it.
*Swimming and flying are always the same in my dreams, with only my arms moving as if in a slow breast stroke.