The flying dream

Last night, for the second time in a week, I had a dream that I could fly. Last night’s dream was much more realistic, however. I found myself jumping up into the air, and nervously wandering about as high as the tops of the telephone poles before trying anything higher. It was all very smooth and completely under my control. It was probably the best flying dream I’ve ever had. And there was no anxiety either. Back when I was flying airplanes, I would occasionally have anxious dreams about the takeoff or landing (forgetting to call air traffic control, etc.). But not last night. It was very pleasant.

So I couldn’t resist it when I got on the train this morning. I listened to the Theme from Superman. It put a smile on my face.


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