When you dream, do you dream of flying?
I don't. Haven't for years. Used to when I was younger. Even though I was scared of heights, I loved dreaming that I could fly. It afforded me a way to be free, leave my body, and explore the world from a perspective that I couldn't do mortally at the time. So now, if I want to fly, I can hop in a plane and fly away, looking out the window and taking in the view. I am good at knowing where I am from the sky and seeing the terrain. As a kid, I loved maps and used to draw them freehand from memory all the time. So when flying now. I will go to and from wherever I have an excellent general direction of where I am over the continental United States. It's incredible, and I enjoy it.
My dreams when I was younger also consisted of me battling in armor on a horse. Crazy as it sounds, this is one dream I have had throughout my life. When I was sick with a fever, I would have this dream, and it was so vivid that I could smell the air, the horses, and the metal of the armor over my head. Though terrifying as a kid, I enjoyed them as I got older. It was me, a righteous me, fighting for honor, leading a long time ago. It's been a while since this dream, as well. Kinda sad; I did enjoy them, who I was, who I am. A Guardian.
I had a friend who lived under my bed in other dreams, which then turned out not to be a dream. A friend who was there as a very young kid and then who I grew out of. Strange occurrences, a protector. You may not believe in ghosts, but I do. I also have witnesses that can back it up. As a kid, I had a ghost friend, not an imaginary friend, but a true-to-life ghost friend. Perhaps a guardian angel looked out for me and protected me from forces unseen or just plain childhood stupidity. From what I was told, we met in Virginia, back to New York, and over Long Island. I remember at night, like a dream, hands from under the bed, which is really it. Dreams, just fuzzy dreams, hands and laughing and talking, nothing more.
For a while, I had those night terrors, that shit when you wake up unable to move or talk or even yell, lol. They say that one of the reasons for this is lack of sleep or being overtired. I can tell you that it is scary as hell when it occurs. I only had it for a couple of years and more so when I moved to Arizona, but shit, I hated it. Waking up in the middle of the night and lying there, unable to move, paralyzed, and when you call out for help, just a squeak peeps out of your mouth. Freaky ass shit, I can tell you. The good thing is that it has been a long time since that. When it first happened, I thought it was a dream. Shit, I even thought I was dreaming of alien abduction and was awaiting some anal probe action. Thank goodness that wasn't the case in the least bit.
But flying, I do miss those. I now sleep with music. I always did, but I incorporate music into my dreams. It's straightforward to do and can make for some extraordinary ass dreams. I'll pop on some Pink Floyd, The Wall, or Queens of the Stone Age ......Like Clockwork and paint the backdrop for whatever I want to dream about. Whether it be where I want to be living, actually rocking out singing myself, or just some epic space dream. I use music to enjoy my dreams. I don't have nightmares, so I can dream of things I want or that would make life more enjoyable. It works most of the time.
But I do miss flying sometimes. Over New York, I saw where the cranberry farms once were, the sand dunes along the Hamptons, and the Jones Beach Amphitheater. Upstate, up around Delaware County, to the foothills of the Catskills. Like an eagle.
I don't. Haven't for years. Used to when I was younger. Even though I was scared of heights, I loved dreaming that I could fly. It afforded me a way to be free, leave my body, and explore the world from a perspective that I couldn't do mortally at the time. So now, if I want to fly, I can hop in a plane and fly away, looking out the window and taking in the view. I am good at knowing where I am from the sky and seeing the terrain. As a kid, I loved maps and used to draw them freehand from memory all the time. So when flying now. I will go to and from wherever I have an excellent general direction of where I am over the continental United States. It's incredible, and I enjoy it.
My dreams when I was younger also consisted of me battling in armor on a horse. Crazy as it sounds, this is one dream I have had throughout my life. When I was sick with a fever, I would have this dream, and it was so vivid that I could smell the air, the horses, and the metal of the armor over my head. Though terrifying as a kid, I enjoyed them as I got older. It was me, a righteous me, fighting for honor, leading a long time ago. It's been a while since this dream, as well. Kinda sad; I did enjoy them, who I was, who I am. A Guardian.
I had a friend who lived under my bed in other dreams, which then turned out not to be a dream. A friend who was there as a very young kid and then who I grew out of. Strange occurrences, a protector. You may not believe in ghosts, but I do. I also have witnesses that can back it up. As a kid, I had a ghost friend, not an imaginary friend, but a true-to-life ghost friend. Perhaps a guardian angel looked out for me and protected me from forces unseen or just plain childhood stupidity. From what I was told, we met in Virginia, back to New York, and over Long Island. I remember at night, like a dream, hands from under the bed, which is really it. Dreams, just fuzzy dreams, hands and laughing and talking, nothing more.
For a while, I had those night terrors, that shit when you wake up unable to move or talk or even yell, lol. They say that one of the reasons for this is lack of sleep or being overtired. I can tell you that it is scary as hell when it occurs. I only had it for a couple of years and more so when I moved to Arizona, but shit, I hated it. Waking up in the middle of the night and lying there, unable to move, paralyzed, and when you call out for help, just a squeak peeps out of your mouth. Freaky ass shit, I can tell you. The good thing is that it has been a long time since that. When it first happened, I thought it was a dream. Shit, I even thought I was dreaming of alien abduction and was awaiting some anal probe action. Thank goodness that wasn't the case in the least bit.
But flying, I do miss those. I now sleep with music. I always did, but I incorporate music into my dreams. It's straightforward to do and can make for some extraordinary ass dreams. I'll pop on some Pink Floyd, The Wall, or Queens of the Stone Age ......Like Clockwork and paint the backdrop for whatever I want to dream about. Whether it be where I want to be living, actually rocking out singing myself, or just some epic space dream. I use music to enjoy my dreams. I don't have nightmares, so I can dream of things I want or that would make life more enjoyable. It works most of the time.
But I do miss flying sometimes. Over New York, I saw where the cranberry farms once were, the sand dunes along the Hamptons, and the Jones Beach Amphitheater. Upstate, up around Delaware County, to the foothills of the Catskills. Like an eagle.
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