I recently experienced winds of up to 180mph when I took part in the thrilling activity of indoor skydiving. Feeling as light as a feather, I was suspended in airflow, experiencing the incomparable stimulation of freefalling. The adventure started with an introductory briefing and training of what to do when you enter the wind tunnel. It made me feel like an army soldger, being briefed and trained to head out onto a mission. It was then time to get suited up with a helmet, earplugs, goggles and an overall flight suit, an outfit ready for the fashion police. It was then time to be lead into the ante-tunnel where I awaited my turn, the butterfly’s flying over time in my stomach as the nerves kicked in. As I saw people enjoying their experience, my name then flashed up and it was my turn to enter the wind tunnel. I walked to the doorway and was lead into the unfamiliar atmosphere. I kept my stomach positioned down, my legs slightly bent but up at the back and my arms in a square shape as I flew around the wind tunnel. I was in the tunnel for two minutes wit the wind blowing my all around, I felt free, drifting around without a care in the world. As my time came to an end I headed towards the door and exited the wind tunnel, I felt wind swept, like I had been a leaf blowing down from a tree and had only just kit the ground.
I recently dreamt that I started to make a cup of tea. I added the tea bag, added two sugars and water in the boiling water. I next added the milk and stirred before removing the teabag. On drinking the tea I discovered it was no longer tea but it was orange juice. Next, I pored a glass of orange juice; on going to drink this I discovered it was tea. The process continued until I was in a room full of glasses of tea and mugs of orange juices.
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