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Somebody once told me that everyone, sooner or later, dreams about flying. Of course, my sarcastic response was "yeah, but catching the redeye to California is more of my idea of a nightmare".
I do dream about flying, though. Only it's not swooping through the air, graceful as a bird. Or even a bat. Or the controlled descent of a flying squirrel.
When I dream about flying, I remain upright. Floating about a foot off the ground, usually, my toes pointed down. And it seems so fucking real sometimes, that it's a huge letdown to get up and have to walk to work. Or walk anywhere. I should be able to float by the power of my mind. Or at least that's what I keep telling myself.
I do dream about flying, though. Only it's not swooping through the air, graceful as a bird. Or even a bat. Or the controlled descent of a flying squirrel.
When I dream about flying, I remain upright. Floating about a foot off the ground, usually, my toes pointed down. And it seems so fucking real sometimes, that it's a huge letdown to get up and have to walk to work. Or walk anywhere. I should be able to float by the power of my mind. Or at least that's what I keep telling myself.