30 April 2009


The other night I had a dream that I could fly. I've not had one of those for a long time. It always starts with me jumping up into the air and not falling and so I keep kicking until I think I've froggied up high enough. My first flying dreams were all the same and involved being at my grandma's house in the backyard by the swings, but this one was different.

And while I'm here, I might as well add this link to an article explaining how I've joined a cult.


SDL said...

I used to have dreams of flying. It was never anything like super heroes or birds, but just this incredible feeling to gently take off and fly (no flapping) above the Peruvian Park Elementary playground. They were my favorites dreams and when they stopped I think stopped remembering my dreams. Occasionally I'll dream that I'm shot through my chest underneath one arm and exiting underneath the other (just like you would hope to shoot a deer), but this dream isn't as nice as my days flying over Peruvian Park.

w. leavitt said...

yeah, i never flap - just kick a bit at the beginning. landing was always a trick. i think the last time i dreamed i was flying i was in 4th grade. the past years have had a few more dreams like yours; i dream a giant fork rises up from my mattress and pins me to the ceiling.