I used to dream I was flying. I can still remember the feeling of hovering above the land, looking down at grass and trees and people, and smiling. I loved flying dreams.

I had them frequently in my teens and then, somewhere around age 20, they stopped. I’ve always wondered why, because in a world that is changing rapidly and becoming more frightening by the day, flying–if only in dreams–sounds like a great way to escape. Who wouldn’t want to be free of the ground for a while? Who wouldn’t want to be weightless, gliding above the surface? 


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Fenraven happily lives in south Florida, where it is really hot most of the year. Find him on Twitter, Google +, and Facebook by searching on 'fenraven'.
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One Response to Flying

  1. Hmmmm… I read someplace that dreaming about flying means fredoom. Our dreams reflec our desires, wants, needs, fears, insecurities and everything that is hidden in our minds. Probably your life change a lot when you were 20 and after that you didn’t feel so free anymore.

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