dreams of flying

I’ve been having an inordinate number of dreams of flying
recently–like almost every night, in fact.

The circumstances are different in every dream, of course,
but the end result is the same–flying.

Here’s what happens in the dreams:

I’ll be outside standing on the ground.

I’ll jump off the ground normally, say 1/2 a foot as in everyday life, and
return to the ground (nothing special).

I’ll do it again, but try to time it so that as I start to fall, I
draw my hands and arms up against the sides of my body and with
my hands next to my sides by my stomach–but facing downward–I push
my hands and arms down lengthening them as though I’m pushing against
the air. In doing so, rather than a standard freefall drop, my
drop will be slower.

I’ll jump again, and do it again–pumping more so, and I get a
gentle descent–as though I’m in water.

I’ll start running and jumping. I jump the 1/2 foot into the air, and
as soon as I hit the air, I start pumping my arms
pushing downward against the air. Once again, gentle descent.

After some practice, I get the timing right, and realize that if
I pump at the right time, I can remain hovering 1/2 foot in the air
without falling. With more practice, I realize I can continue
to remain in the air, and with the right timing of arm motion
I can gain height. I learn that with rapid arm motion I ascend,
with moderate arm motion I maintain height, with little arm
motion I descend, and with no arm motion standard gravity freefall
will take over at some point.

At this point, I’ll ascend to 15-20 feet in the air and I’ll just
pass over the landscape–be it small city or countryside–and
take in the view below as though I’m in a hot air balloon.

It’s kind of funny, because I always start on the ground, and
then “learn” how to fly in the dream, and leave the ground.

I don’t know that there’s too much exciting in this post,
but since I’ve been having really *a lot* of these dreams
recently, I thought I’d share.

Best,
Steve