Flying Dream
Have you ever flown in your dreams? I hadn’t. Until last weekend, that is. Frankly, I felt cheated of the experience…maybe I wasn’t special enough or creative enough to be worthy of a flying dream.
I finally flew. But not in the way I had always imagined it would be…superman like, or bird like…soaring, arms outstretched, wind in my hair, feeling powerful and free.
Nope, that is not what happened.
In my dream, I finally took to the sky using a motion that was very similar to the breaststroke, frog kicks and all. Yikes! Graceful? No. Fluid? No. Fast? No. Awkward and slow? You bet. I remember thinking during the dream that I now knew why I hadn’t flown before….I had been doing it all wrong!! I had the wrong idea about how it worked and now that I knew the secret, I would be able to fly at will.
Upon waking, I had to laugh, it was such a silly feeling, floundering around in the air like that. I am not sure that I really want to fly again if that is how I do it.
