I often have flying dreams. I’m not sure why—maybe because i’m an air sign? maybe i have a penchant for lucid dreaming? maybe i just need an escape?—but whatever the reason, i highly enjoy them and don’t ever want to stop dreaming them. I usually write down dreams that leave an impression on me, so fortunately, i have most of my flying dreams recorded, and those i haven’t recorded, i remember. The following are excerpts from said dream journals with additional notes in brackets:
03/09/06: The shooting fire engine and the haystack maze
I could fly. I had to flap my arms forcefully and push myself up to go high. I could reach the clouds. I didn’t get wet. The scenery was beautiful and the sensation exhilarating. The wet fields looked glassy from above. But the fire engine (was there only one?) kept chasing me and shooting at me. I didn’t get shot, but i was very scared. The fire engine was maneuvering a maze of haystacks/bushes below, and it was moving pretty slowly because it had to make several sharp turns to follow me. I knew that hiding in the haystacks/bushes would be safer than being in open air, but flying down took a lot of courage because it meant getting closer to the engine.