At six a.m., I woke to hear noises of splashing, thrashing in water. As it continued, I became concerned that one of the rabbits had escaped, found her way into a large bucket of water in the bathtub. We use the bucket to collect water while it warms, for our showers.
I didn’t interpret the sounds to be life threatening, but I decided to get up and make sure all my creatures were safe.
It’s cool in the early mornings and the horses were running, playing, as the sun had already risen. All the little creatures were in their proper places, and the water bucket untouched. Likely, my daughter’s cat had found an activity in the next bedroom which sounded quite the same as water play.
I went back to bed, to rest my weary back. The price for weeks of gardening and yard work is terrible back spasms. The warnings are waning, and for the rest of the season, I hope to be smart enough to pace myself.
Surprisingly, I fell to sleep again and dreamed a theme I’ve visited throughout life, for as long as I can remember.
I walked into a large, crowded restaurant. For the large number of people present, it was fairly quiet. I looked around and decided to fly above them, to show them, perhaps, that it can be done.
I used my take-off technique – a little bounce to get off of the ground. I felt gravity release me and as I moved forward, covering about 15 feet, kept my legs bent behind me at the knees. Successful on my first attempt, I gained altitude and sailed above the crowd, under my own power of thought and technique. I was aware that I could crash down at any time, and had to hold my technique in the forefront of my thoughts. I recalled other times I had flown for long periods or could not get off the ground at all.
Most folks didn’t notice or, if they did, they remained quiet, unchanged. Though it was a restaurant, I noticed no food on any of the tables during my flight.
Time to come down, I suppose. I decreased my altitude and came down to the ground/gravity in a somersault position, with a slight bang. I didn’t execute the somersault, simply used it for protection upon landing. The entire process, quite fluid.
The restaurant continued in quiet status.
As I was back on my feet, I felt pleased that I was able to fly, so effortlessly this time.
I experienced a sense of peace, knowledge of self and power.
Have you ever dreamed of flying?
If so, what did your dream say about you? What was it telling you?
What do you think of my dream?
I would enjoy hearing from you!