I am Feeling My Age

I had a dream that I was at a church. The woman pastor was a lady from my book club. The church was near my house but also in Lutsen. I read that dreams are just random images firing in the brain that we try to string together into a story. The dream ended with me leaving the church. There were only 5 or so stairs but as I stepped down, the stairs multiplied into dozens and dozens of stairs. I stepped down and I felt no pain. I liked that so I put a little jaunt in my step. Still I felt no pain. So I lept down a step. No pain. So I jumped down a step. No pain. So I danced down a bunch a steps. It was wonderful. I was airborne between stairs. I was moving down the stairs like a dancing gazelle ballerina. I didn't want to wake up from that dream. I guess I am feeling my age.