I haven’t had a flying dream for quite a while.
I remember the first one (that I remember). I was walking along the gravel driveway of our house. I felt my feet leave the ground and I flew/floated over the tree-lined drive.
I had more, but I can mostly remember the feeling, not the setting or the circumstance. The sensation of floating and thinking “I’m not supposed to be able to do this” and being on the verge of falling, yet still having some control was…exhilarating? nerve-wracking?
Maybe I have been flying but just don’t recall.
I went through a phase of writing down my dreams as soon as I awoke. I don’t anymore, and I don’t know why. Sometimes, a dream will come back to me in a flash and I’ll remember the whole segment, other times, just one snippet.
I don’t read into the meaning of dreams as some do, but sometimes they are fun to remember. Some leave you with a good feeling, some are heart-pounding adventures, some are just bizarre, and a few are just scary*.
Hey. Kind of like life, don’t ya think?
*Ever watch your pet dream? It’s pretty funny went their legs twitch and they make little noises. You know they’re chasing something.
Leon Stevens is a blogger, composer, artist, and an author of four books (so far): Lines by Leon: Poems, Prose, and Pictures, Journeys: Eight Original Pieces for Classical Guitar, The Knot at the End of the Rope and Other Short Stories, and The View from Here, a science fiction novella to be released in March 2022.
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