Last night I dreamed that I was at work (note: I have never dreamed of a place I’ve ever actually been, so when I say ‘work’, what I mean is a place that my head recognized as ‘work’ but looks nothing like anywhere I’ve ever been). A lady came in with a small package of something, and asked me if I could keep an eye on it. I said sure, and she left. I ignore it for a while, and she comes back. She says that I’ve done such a good job watching it for her that she’ll let me fly with her for a while. Naturally, I’m thrilled. She hold out her hand to me, and we just fly off, like Superman and Lois Lane or something. Just flying through the air. She lands and takes a bit of the stuff in the box (it’s a powder) and throws it on me. It’s flying dust (Peter Pan anyone?), and I can fly by myself! I zoom around the sky for hours and it’s wonderful. I land and go back to work, hoping that the dust will last long enough to do it again. One of my co-workers decides to steal the box of powder, so I run after her to head her off, knowing that if she takes it, I’ll never fly again. I get there just in time, and I decide to steal the powder for myself (Meggie, where were you in this dream? You always stop me from doing bad things!). I need some magic to make it permanant, so I steal that too (WTF?). It’ll take a while to process, so I head back to work, content in the knowledge that I’ve foiled a would-be thief and I’ll be able to fly for the rest for my life. While I’m busy being happy, my boss comes in and tells me about the stolen powder. I pretend to be surprised and outraged. She asks to shake my hand, then says my handshake is nervous and unnatural (yeah, huh?). She asks me again about the powder, and I lie again (though I almost told the truth). Just as the magic is ready, the police come and handcuff me for stealing!
This is where I woke up, sweating like a pig (wait, pigs don’t sweat!) and scared out of my mind that I was being hauled to jail and I’d never fly again. Once I calmed down enough to realize that I wasn’t going to jail, it hits me that I’ll actualy never actually fly.. ever. *sigh* I hate mornings like that. I always just want to cry myself back to sleep. Though, being able to fly would be worth stealing just about anything. Too bad it’s not that easy.
Wow this dream beats your naked in front of your school dream 🙂
As a kid I always wanted to fly, that magic moment on a cliff, or a beach when you can feel the energy in the air and wish you could just gather it up and fly away..
Sadly my feet always remain on the ground…
For me it is simple you want to fly, learn to hang glide (see your own wish list). I was working in Atlanta a few years ago, and one week end visited Chattanooga, while there saw the guys flying at look out mountain (http://www.hangglide.com/). Impressed me so much that when I came back to the UK I learn to fly myself. The guys at lookout mountain take off from a ramp, this is one of the hardest take offs and not for a novice, but look at the air time.
Hang gliding is free flight, you are laying there and the world is below you, your line of site normally means you can not see the wing, and as such you feel 100% free, laterally out of this world.
The pain is learning to realize the dream. My advice, do *NOT* learn to fly on a hill school, go to to a “tow school” (this is the place I learnt at http://www.lejair.co.uk/, not really practical). The guys at Wallaby Ranch (http://www.wallaby.com/instruction.php ) are literally world famous if you can get there them then I would recommend them on there reputation alone. If that does not work, find some local pilots and ask them where is a good place, but make sure it’s a “tow school” NOT a hill school (honestly I can not stress this enough, drop me an email if you want more info).
Not sure about the last bit of the dream, but go live the first half – fly.