Intertwined Mishaps

Clean and pure like a baby's first breath
Just as innocent as a well intentioned death
I open my hands and throw light in their eyes
Like the light one sees before that one dies
My feet don't move as fast as my head
I race through the blood and bones of those dead
I spread out my arms like wings and try to fly
I just fall from the ledge presumably to die
I open my eyes just in time to see
That it was a dream and I am still me