dreamoflight
The thoughts that we don't allow ourselves to have during the day come through in the middle of the night. As our carefully constructed identities fade away into the night, our true essence swims up from the dark and murky recesses of our being. All our daily triumphs and struggles bubble up and are relived in fantastic adventures with vibrant imagery.
In one of my recurring dreams I am running, usually downhill, and my feet touch the ground less and less frequently until I'm basically coasting on the air. As I come to the realization that I am hovering, I begin to gain some control and attempt to float up into the air. Soon I am riding the wind. Each time I have this experience in a dream, it seems as though I am remembering an ability I've always had rather than learning a new one.
When I awake, I am confused and disappointed with my earth-bound vessel, knowing that my true self can fly.
In one of my recurring dreams I am running, usually downhill, and my feet touch the ground less and less frequently until I'm basically coasting on the air. As I come to the realization that I am hovering, I begin to gain some control and attempt to float up into the air. Soon I am riding the wind. Each time I have this experience in a dream, it seems as though I am remembering an ability I've always had rather than learning a new one.
When I awake, I am confused and disappointed with my earth-bound vessel, knowing that my true self can fly.