a reply to: Mura44
My first flying dreams were as a child. If I wanted to fly, I would have to sit in what I later came to know as a lotus position. Flat on the ground,
back straight, legs folded in front of me with my arms at my sides and my hands folded or fingers laced in front of me.
Then with deep concentration and focus, I could lift myself up into the air, maybe five or six feet and then once having reached that height, I could
then unbend from my position and move about at will as the air was thinner there. Almost like once having gotten past the thick air it was
These early dreams changed a bit as I got older. I would most usually be out in the front of our house. I would go out into the middle of the street
and run as fast as I could down the street until I was just about to fall over and I would jump into the air. This was never enough so I would turn
around in the air, land and run back down the street in the other direction and repeat this process several times, each time jumping a little further
into the air until finally I would reach escape velocity, or height and be back into that thinner air where flying was possible.
I recall dreams of flying around the, yard just out of reach of the other children. No one seemed as impressed with my flying as I did though.
Then I had a phase of flying dreams that I was flying so high and happy that the earth in it's rotation was turning below me and as I lived on the
west coast, the earth was turning my home away from me. These got scary because all that was below me was ocean and I would have to fly all the way
back home to catch up with the earths rotation.
This then evolved into flying so high that the earths revolutions around the sun and it's orbit would carry it away from me even further. Those were
I think that those scared me so much that for the most part I quit flying in my dreams. Almost. I did for a very long time then have the ability to
stand straight and still, take a small hop up on to a small, invisible cushion of air that was sometimes a foot and some times an inch in the air. For
a while I could then launch from that location but most of the time just maneuver around instead of walking.
Most of those dreams with the cushion of air I had an urgency to demonstrate to other people that it was possible to fly, that it could be done, but
as I recall now years later, though I could do it in practice, when the time came to demonstrate it to others I could never find the invisible
cushion. These were dreams as an adult.
By this time many of my flying dreams came with the doubt that it was only a dream and that I would wake up and not have the ability outside of my
dreams. Only a few times did it occur to me that even though I was only dreaming, I could still enjoy the flying as if it were real, and in those I
soared. But I have had none now for a decade or so that I can recall.
I suppose that it may be for the best. I am nearing 70 now and I suspect that were I to still have flying dreams, I would not be able to get up in the
morning. Any psych majors around, feel free to interpret.
And thanks Mura, that was fun recalling those dreams. Yours seemed much easier than mine.