It finally happened. I had a flying dream; a flying dream where the pleasure of the actual flying experience was completely unrestrained. It was a flying dream free and clear of any hindrances or obstacles. There was no need to concentrate on how fast I ran or how hard I flapped my arms in order to achieve liftoff. And for once I was not being chased! It was just me in the air, enjoying the view from above, free as a bird.
In this dream I was on a beach with whom I can only assume was a friend, walking down that long and seemingly endless stretch of shoreline. I think it may have been close to sunset. The sky was lovely, holding just the right amount of colors and clouds. I began to run, leaving my companion far behind…it felt sooo good! As I ran I picked up incredible speed and soon realized I was running at a pace impossible for me normally. My body felt light and energized and I never did tire. I could have run forever, but then I was UP…flying through the air. It was effortless.
This time I was able to enjoy the open air. There were no partially deflated flotation devices I sat upon, struggling to manipulate in order to stay on course. There were no telephone wires hindering my flight path; no obstructions through which I had to carefully navigate. No interference. No anxiety. No fear present to overpower my joy. I stretched out my arms from side to side as though I had wings. I was soaring like an eagle! OH the wind! SO exhilarating! SO exciting! SOOO…so…what’s that sound? It sounds like someone eating? …
…I awaken to the sound of one of my cats unapologetically smacking up some wet cat food I had left in a bowl on my night stand (uh, before you judge, know that I had a kitty recovering from oral surgery at the time who required a little TLC; hence the oddly placed food dish).
Anyway, after that rude awakening, I tried in my grogginess to slip back into that dream, but to no avail. There was just no going back. Isn't that always the way? I wasn’t even up in the air five seconds; more like three. Funny how something can be altogether awesome and disappointing. BUT, as short lived as this long awaited dream was, I still take it as a sign of good things to come.
A Dream Cut Short