The dreams
The dreams seem to be coming more often, or I'm just getting better at remembering.
I'll often move in short bursts of speed, pause to hover for a moment, and then swoop again.
This morning I was flying through a spread-out retail district, with big, nondescript, stores and parking lots. I recall quickly flying low toward the ground, and then pulling up again like a roller coaster (roller-coasters freak me out in real-life). I hovered near the underside of a bridge, and saw a man with whom I had been talking earlier in the dream when I was in a store (I don't remember that part very well). The man was short and bald on top, and a bit cartoonish in his proportions. He was on a walkway near the bridge, and as I was talking with him about whatever I reached up and grasped the side of the bridge, and hung from it.
A similarly cartoonish man with black hair and a black beard and a dark blue suit, fell from the bridge as he was trying to "save" me. I dropped down after him but I was afraid to catch him because I didn't know if I would be able to hold him up, and then we'd both die. After hesitating for a long moment, during which he somehow managed to continue to fall, I flew close so he could grab my leg. I hovered there with him, elated to have found my courage, and then lowered him to the ground.
That's it.
I'll often move in short bursts of speed, pause to hover for a moment, and then swoop again.
This morning I was flying through a spread-out retail district, with big, nondescript, stores and parking lots. I recall quickly flying low toward the ground, and then pulling up again like a roller coaster (roller-coasters freak me out in real-life). I hovered near the underside of a bridge, and saw a man with whom I had been talking earlier in the dream when I was in a store (I don't remember that part very well). The man was short and bald on top, and a bit cartoonish in his proportions. He was on a walkway near the bridge, and as I was talking with him about whatever I reached up and grasped the side of the bridge, and hung from it.
A similarly cartoonish man with black hair and a black beard and a dark blue suit, fell from the bridge as he was trying to "save" me. I dropped down after him but I was afraid to catch him because I didn't know if I would be able to hold him up, and then we'd both die. After hesitating for a long moment, during which he somehow managed to continue to fall, I flew close so he could grab my leg. I hovered there with him, elated to have found my courage, and then lowered him to the ground.
That's it.