Dream Weaver...

"Solitary Flight"

Sometimes I can be quite a contradiction (hint...my Better Half need not respond to this).  For instance, I STRONGLY dislike birds.  I know, sooooo many beautiful bird photos out there, but up close and personal?  They scare the bejeezus outta me.  I blame it on my one aunt who use to let her bird fly free around the house.  It landed on my young shoulder one day while I was not paying attention.  The stupid bird, I did NOT give it permission to use me as a landing strip.  Even from afar, I'm not too keen on them.  Probably because they apparently think I look like a personal porta-potty.  FYI, I don't like monkey's either, they kinda freak me out.  So you can imagine my reaction every year when the annual showing of "The Wizard of Oz" was broadcast and those dang Flying Monkey's made their appearance.  Take cover under a blanket or flee from the room.

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 Supermanwoman, looking down from a high, the sensation of the wind passing thru my outstretched arms and fingers, the silence.  Not afraid to fall...or fail.

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.


--Kathy