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Dream: Finally Knowing How To Fly
Apr. 9th, 2008 05:32 amFor as long as I can remember, I've had periodic dreams about flying, Superman-style -- but not flying well. In adolescence I would dream about being in flight with no control at all over direction or speed.
A few years ago, I started to gain a bit of control. If I applied immense amounts of concentration I could manage small turns or changes in altitude.
Last night, I figured out how to do it. I dreamed that I obtained -- through gift or deceit, I can't remember -- a witch's broom. It was difficult to control at first, but eventually I got the hang of it. Then something clicked in my head, and I realized that I didn't need the broom. I understood how to access whatever part of my brain controls flight, and off I went. It still took concentration, but I could control altitude, speed, and direction almost effortlessly. The witch was angry with me, but I was able to use my newfound skill to evade her.
Later, however, I was sitting with an acquaintance who warned me soberly that this skill, coming as it did from a witch, would inevitably lead to evil, even if I did not intend it. In the dream I had a gut sense that she was right, which bothers me now.
It's going to be interesting to see if I hold on to the talent for flight in future dreams. As my control has slowly grown over the years I've never had a dream that's gone back to a less-capable stage. I don't dream of flight very often, but when I do I get better at it. We'll see if the understanding/control I achieved last night is something I retain in the future.
A few years ago, I started to gain a bit of control. If I applied immense amounts of concentration I could manage small turns or changes in altitude.
Last night, I figured out how to do it. I dreamed that I obtained -- through gift or deceit, I can't remember -- a witch's broom. It was difficult to control at first, but eventually I got the hang of it. Then something clicked in my head, and I realized that I didn't need the broom. I understood how to access whatever part of my brain controls flight, and off I went. It still took concentration, but I could control altitude, speed, and direction almost effortlessly. The witch was angry with me, but I was able to use my newfound skill to evade her.
Later, however, I was sitting with an acquaintance who warned me soberly that this skill, coming as it did from a witch, would inevitably lead to evil, even if I did not intend it. In the dream I had a gut sense that she was right, which bothers me now.
It's going to be interesting to see if I hold on to the talent for flight in future dreams. As my control has slowly grown over the years I've never had a dream that's gone back to a less-capable stage. I don't dream of flight very often, but when I do I get better at it. We'll see if the understanding/control I achieved last night is something I retain in the future.
