Oddly, I've been able to fly since about the 4th grade. I even remember that very first flying dream, where I flew down the hallway of my school.
For me, flying is like running on the air. It's like in Remo Williams, the Destroyer, where Chuin explains that to walk on water, "you must run very, very fast", or like where the Red Queen says "To get anywhere at all, you must run twice as fast as you can." Flying in dreams was just kinda second nature to me, and oddly, when it had been a long time between dreams where I flew, the flying was harder to start up... sort of like riding a bike after not having done it for a very long time. A bit wobbly at first, a bit of a slow start up, but it comes back pretty quick.
Once I'm up, I can stay up for a very long time, surfing on the thermals and running up clouds. There's no limit to how high or how far I can go. Landing is just like running off the back of a moving truck, which I have done. I just have to match your speed to the speed of the ground.
I think the dream has to do with me not living up to the expectations other folks have of me, and my fear that I'll be 'deported' or excluded from their group or encounters with them. I think the dream was to tell me that my attitude "What's wrong with being deported?" may be the right attitude for me, as long as I'm willing to walk down those desolate streets by myself.
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branchandroot
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Date: 2009-06-05 03:08 am (UTC)For me, flying is like running on the air. It's like in Remo Williams, the Destroyer, where Chuin explains that to walk on water, "you must run very, very fast", or like where the Red Queen says "To get anywhere at all, you must run twice as fast as you can." Flying in dreams was just kinda second nature to me, and oddly, when it had been a long time between dreams where I flew, the flying was harder to start up... sort of like riding a bike after not having done it for a very long time. A bit wobbly at first, a bit of a slow start up, but it comes back pretty quick.
Once I'm up, I can stay up for a very long time, surfing on the thermals and running up clouds. There's no limit to how high or how far I can go. Landing is just like running off the back of a moving truck, which I have done. I just have to match your speed to the speed of the ground.
I think the dream has to do with me not living up to the expectations other folks have of me, and my fear that I'll be 'deported' or excluded from their group or encounters with them. I think the dream was to tell me that my attitude "What's wrong with being deported?" may be the right attitude for me, as long as I'm willing to walk down those desolate streets by myself.
There's a barn at WhiteHart? Hmmm. Cool!