i had a dream about a week ago. i dont remember much about it except that at the end i was flying. there were about four of us and everyone had a broom or stick or something to fly on - minus myself. we set off flying and im having a hard time being stable(since i dont have a broom). i dip and flail alittle, im trying to keep my balance while flying. its crazy how realistic this all feels, as i try and stabilize. a couple of times i swoop down on a corn field to try and swipe a branch or something to use as a broom.
then i wake up.
the dream has stuck with me because of how relevant/realistic it felt...and because it felt a little different. in the air, i felt pretty anxious that i just wouldnt be able to sort out the whole flying gig. thats just kind of a part of my head. ruminating. worrying that i wont figure out life, that ill miss out on some big and awesome something that im supposed to be. but the whole time, in the back of my mind, i had this feeling that 'sure things feel kind of rocky right now, but i was just learning and its always a little awkward when you first fly - but eventually i would really stick it (even w/o a broom)'. it wasnt an absolute feeling, and i didnt know if i ever straightened it out.
none the less it was good.
liz, you were one of the people that flying right off the bat.
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:) I will take that as a very sweet and flattering compliment from your psyche.
I've had a flying dream before...they're magical.
that sounds like a flippin' awesome dream.
are you reading HP?i hope so.
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