Flying
I can't remember ever having flown in my dreams. Apparently only some people fly in their dreams, just like only some people actually dream in color. Last night though, I flew in my dream, I flew around Amsterdam with my arms outstretched, steering by moving my weight.
It was a good dream. I was not being chased and I wasn't fleeing from anyone or anything. I was just flying for the fun of it. It was exciting and a bit scary too, because I couldn't fly that well yet. Mostly I flew around at a height of around 3 meters, but sometimes, seemingly when I wasn't paying enough attention, I would suddenly soar up above the buildings. Vertigo would grip me and I'd quickly dive down to a more comfortable level.
In the second part of the dream (and even in my dream I knew it was the second part) I was flying around with Paula sitting on my back and we were very much enjoying the whole experience. Carrying Paula though, it was hard to gain height, because we were so much heavier together. I needed some gusts of head wind in narrow, windy street to gain height.
And when I was gaining height with Paula on my back, I suddenly started to understand the nature of flying in my dreams. Flying (role-players take note!) runs off of will power. Wanting to go higher hard enough did let me go higher, even while carrying the weight of another person. We got as high as the 4th story windows when I started to loose stability and we had to dive down again. Unfortunately, that was when my dream ended.
Mar 15, 2005 @ 14:49 » no comments » General
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