But for some reason, despite my disdain for birds...I have always been enthralled by the idea of flight. Again, contradictions galore...NOT in an airplane (THAT scares me too!), but like a bird sans feathers. Occasionally I will have dreams where I am flying. Altho, much more common when I was younger. Not surprising as the supposed meaning of these dreams is literally that you are flying on top of the world, in control of a situation, a personal sense of power and control. The dreams have probably lessened thru the years due to more issues and situations where I feel I have totally NO control. Growing up literally grounds us, both in reality and in dreams sometimes.
My flying dreams are always lucid dreams, meaning I am fully aware I am dreaming while in flight. Which makes it even BETTER. Actually, I have lucid dreams when I'm dieting too...the PERFECT way to feel I am indulging in caloric delights without my butt growing as a result. But when dreaming of flying, I always wake up with a great sense of freedom. The feeling of being Super
I was out the other day taking some photos, and walking back to my car as I glanced up and saw this solitary feathered "friend" soaring above the tree tops. I quickly snapped a couple photos. It was all I had time for as he was obviously on a direct flight path to his destination. But it made me remember those flying dreams, and the feeling I would have when I woke up. Hmmm...hey Mr. Sandman, I could use me one of those dreams again...STAT.