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Flying Dreams8/06/2005 11:06:55Last night I had my first flying dream: flying? Well still not exactly quite, but I am getting there. Before this the closest thing was a falling dream. I was dropped out of something and falling to my death very pleasantly through the clouds. No control, only the dream-feeling of being very fully alive. The dream last night took place in a house of some sort, perhaps a bunker. I wish I could remember the circumstances better. The movements were quite like the Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon stuff, but I was completely in control and quite capable of doing anything, it seemed. Except that I felt trapped, whether it be by the room encasing me or the knot in my stomach that eventually woke me up. Probably they were the same thing. When I did wake up I thought about whether to write everything down. Though that vivid sensation felt still so alive in me, I knew that it would all be lost, as it has proved to be. But there I sat, filled with a satisfaction that this had finally happened. At that moment I felt tremendously selfish, wanting it all for myself, the me that was then and never will be again. Though that me would be lost forever, at least it would take the dream with it into oblivion. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - |
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