Dreamt of flying a kite on the beach near a cliff. The wind came off the sea and lifted straight up the cliff face, so it was a perfect spot. Instead of a regular string, my kite had a chain of cloth frames connected by wooden rings. A pretty blonde woman in a white wide-brimmed hat was struggling with her kite just a couple yards away. “Can you help me?” she asked.
We swapped kites. Hers was much harder to control and seemed as though the string was tangled. After wrestling with it for a little bit I realized what was wrong. “You have a stunt kite,” I told her, “These extra strings are for maneuvering it.”