Yesternight, I was greeted by a feeling I havn't had in a long time.
Well, not a feeling, but a confusing, glorious dream.
I was flying again! There's just nothing like it. In detail, I was sneaking through a spooky, gloomy dark victorian mansion and then I crashed through a huge stain glass window and was flying! Flapping my arms like a maniac and then soaring over payson road. The thing is, I used to be able to get in the air with hardly any effort, and now my arms strain and I rise slowly and laboriously. But still I soar. For a while, I've been having black hole, heavy dreams that I couldn't remember when I woke up. It must have been something troubling me. But it's gone now, and i'm glad flight hasn't left me.
So, so, glad.
They say your flying dreams disappear as an adult. Well, I sure hope not. Mine are getting much less common. I'm sure that the one that came to me yesterday shows that if I were a bird with a stone on my back, the stone is lifted. The burden is gone. And I will not have to kiss the sky goodbye just yet.
note: Please tell about your flying dreams, even if it's been a while since you've last been in the air.