I had a flying dream last night. I hadn't had one of those in a long while.
I think the dream was instigated by watching Peter and the Wolf on PBS last night. In the tale, a delightful little bird has trouble flying and Peter ties a helium balloon around its breast. The bird hopped, bounced, and sometimes soared. That is exactly what my flying dreams are like: I hop and bounce like I'm attached to a balloon that isn't quite large enough to get me off the ground. But after a few false starts, I soar. Sometimes I just float; other times, like in last night's dream, I hold my arms out like airplane wings.
In last night's dream, the air was filled with people flying.
Oh, I miss my flying dreams! I used to have them every night, and they always started in the same way: I'd be running, and then leaping, and then gaining height until I was soaring...up, up, up into the sky, and away from the earth, which looked like a beautiful blue and white ball, far below me...
ReplyDeleteahhh flying dreams.... I have them all the time and think that I do travel in my dreams at night. Running and being caught by the wind.
ReplyDeleteI hope that all is well where you are my friend.
That short made me feel like flying, too. It astounded me, I moved through such a range of emotions so quickly.
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