The title is a string of words that can be sung to the tune of Auld Lang Syne.
Last night I had a dream that I accidentally, serendipitously, learned how to fly. The details (setting, location, circumstances, others in the dream, etc.) are completely banal. After learning to fly, I got terribly excited, anything else that had been going on in the dream faded away, and I spent the whole rest of the dream practicing.
I learned to steer by pronating and supinating my hands and feet. I learned to do somersaults. Marvelously, I not only could make my own body weight disappear completely, but anything I picked up and flew around with became weightless as well, even something the size and weight of a human larger than myself.
I have no idea what any of it means - all I know is, it was a really cool dream. For a change. Maybe it means my life-long grumbly mood/mild but constant depression could one day dissipate.