Start flying

I had a dream last night.
I was running as fast as I could.
I wasn’t sure if I was chasing someone
Or being chased.
I ran so fast
I began to fly
But I recognized nothing
I was flying over.
And I still felt
That someone might be flying
Behind me.
Trying to catch me.
I reached the end
Of a peninsula
And dove into the ocean.
I swam as deep and far
As I could.
When I stopped to look behind,
I was alone.
Miles beneath the ocean.
And the dream changed
As dreams do.
I was lost in a huge house,
Running from room to room,
Still not sure if I was chasing
Or being chased.
I ran up a glass stairway,
Every step breaking
Behind me.
I reached the second floor
And turned around to watch
The first break into a million pieces.
I found a small chest
And opened it.
There was one ragged
Piece of paper.
It read, stop running.
Start flying
And never stop.