I was walking along a large security fence in the Nevada Desert. It was an otherworldly fence, with design and materials reminiscent of nothing I had seen before. At one point I came to a hole in the fence. I thought this was rather convenient, and I almost walked through until I noticed that next to the hole was a gate. I inspected the gate and found that there was no lock on the latch. I reached up to open the latch and it occured to me how odd it was to have such an obvious breach in what was an otherwise impenetrable barrier. I was forced to an inevitable conclusion. "Since I am dreaming," I thought to myself, "I will not walk through the hole, nor will I release the latch and walk through the gate. I will fly over this fence." And so I did. I looked down at the desert floor as it turned to cornfields, and the scene began to grow pale as I felt more and more the all too real exhilaration of flying.