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You all know that every now and again I go all California-New- Age-y on your asses- This is one of those times. I have a question for all of you out there in Blogland- and this is a serious question. I really want to know your answers.
Can you fly?
I mean, in your dreams- have you ever flown? Do you soar? Flap your arms- run, jump and fly?
I do.
I started when I was five. I flew and flew. As I've gotten older, the flying happens a little less.
I love to dream I'm flying! I feel rapturous and unstoppable.
In your flying dreams- do you feel happy or afraid?
Are there obstacles in your dreams- do you have to duck or dive?
I know what the interpretations are- I want to know your stories! Let me have 'em!
10 comments:
LOL Love it!
Can I fly... I used to dream often that I was flying on my old Appy, Jack. I have not flown on him in some time though... (Not since he died, actually.) We'd soar in the moonlight, over our farm in the mountains, over the hay fields, over the cattle and other horses. It was peaceful, and magical.
And it makes me miss that old horse even more.
But QUITE often now, I wake in the morning, feeling like I ... well, have not "been" here, in one place, all night. Know what I mean?
I've never dreamed of flying, but I assure you, I can in real life. I caught a saddle horn mid-crotch (which split my wranglers there) and Wade said I really flew. As I was flying he had time to say 'You're doing good honey!" and I though "Like hell I am.." sky, ground, sky, ground, sky, ground, splat.
That's my flying story :)
I used to always dream that when I was young. Not so much anymore- but ONE in a while.
And it's always a good feeling.
Never dreamed of flyin' but have had fallin' dreams. Guess that means I don't soar, I drop like a rock!
I havent had a flying dream in years. I hope that your blog has initiated what it takes to have one. Yay! I'm gonna fly! What is that old song from REO Speedwagon? -"I think i'm gonna fly"? I think i'll look it up on i-tunes.
The song by REO Sp is "Time for me to Fly". Just saw them in concert the other night at our local fair. They sounded great. Looked good, too, for aging rockers.
When Megan was a little bitty thing, I used to make up bedtime stories for her about magical ponies that lived in the clouds. At night they would come to visit her because she was the most pony loving girl on earth. In the stories she would get to pick out whatever color she wanted to ride and after she had fed them some oats and groomed them, she could go for a ride. Of course, since they lived in the clouds, they could fly.;) They always wanted her to come live with them because no other little girl anywhere had ever loved them and cared for them as much as Megan.
When I was a kid myself, I didn't dream of flying, I dreamed my Breyer horses were real. I dreamed of running barrels on Yellow Mount and winning World Champion shows on Stud Spider. I got to ride Saddlebreds, Andalusians and Arabians. I got to jockey Man O' War and capture mustangs. It was all very thrilling. Of course I built fabulous barns and corrals for everything.;)
I do dream of flying quite often...it is the most peculiar feeling...all tingly even though I am fast asleep.
I fly in my dreams but it's always an accident. I can't control it. Even though I want to.
Of course I can fly! Unfortunately, the really great floaty feeling is soon follwed by a crash-and-burn that never really finishes (I hear that if it does, you die. Is this true?). I have a recurring dream where I am balancing on the side of a curb (I know how inventive) then I wipe out....
If this means I am clinically loopy, please lie to me.
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