My flying dreams have recently (in the last few years) had one recurring theme.. slow flight. Not much faster than I can run. I don't know if it's because I am subconsciously trying to inject a more realistic note or if it means something deeper.
In this dream, I was quite a bit younger. Either late teens or early twenties, and I had flown over to an older friend's house where she had been entertaining dinner guests. One guy with a black close-cropped beard and twinkly blue eyes wanted to see me fly, so I showed him.
In this dream, in order to fly I had to relax, exhale, and fall into the air much like you'd let yourself fall onto a super soft bed. As I floated there and drifted around the room, the man got excited and asked my permission to tell a couple of university friends about my new-found ability. I tentatively agreed, and he was working on getting funding for a study. He was disappointed when I told him I couldn't fly with more than I could physically carry, so taking other people along was out, but he was still excited about the study and told me that getting a grant would be easy if I'd allow them to take videographic proof. I told him I'd do it as long as we got to go on Oprah with President Obama and his family as part of the deal. We all laughed, but I had a feeling they were trying to arrange it.
After that, I just remember flying through the night sky sipping on a soft drink. There was some dream fragment about flying into a government facility to get someone I cared for to not go through with his military service, and I was struggling to convince him to change his mind, but the military and other volunteers weren't trying to stop me. They thought it was sweet for some reason and everyone was very friendly.
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