I had a flying dream last night. I love flying dreams.
When I was younger I began to have these dreams, but they started oddly. At first I’d dream that I could just spread my arms and put my head back and I’d begin floating up. But I’d often be stopped by power lines or something. As time went on I was actually more and more successful at flying. I also had dreams as a kid where I could breathe under water, but those are much more rare.
Several years ago I was doing intense personal work. During that time I had flying dreams pretty consistently. I’ve never really known their significance: are they a wish to be free? Are they a representation of being free? Dunno.
Last night’s dream was interesting. Where sometimes the flying isn’t completely reliable, last night it was. I tend to fly about head height in my dreams–going too high (over 100′) can feel dangerous. Well, last night I was flying at head height (that would be about 5’10” for me), and it occurred to me I was being silly–I could get there faster if I flew higher instead of following the sidewalk. : ) After all, that’s what Superman does, right?
So I did. Although (and here comes some random dream-noise, I’m convinced), I ended up flying inside this VERY TALL building that was an exclusive club. Why did they have doors 40′ feet high? Dunno. The ‘bouncer’ guy didn’t want me entering, and he somehow grabbed onto my legs. I told him he’d better let go as I could fly higher and it would be dangerous. He wouldn’t let go until I left the building.
Back outside, I then flew higher to get there quicker. But, just like using Google Maps with satellite-only view, I had a hard time telling where I was, so I went back down to street level. : )
Is this a grand metaphor for my life? Who knows.