I have completed another notebook full of dreams. I have been carrying it to work with me for a few days so I may reach into it and pull out interesting images from the past year if I come up short on material.Without opening last years journal i know I have been doing alot of flying in the past year, way more than my average. Last week flying over the river as my father warned me of it's dangers and last night:
I am flying above a large river, it is an effort-full flight, like running a long distance.I actually fly like a bird, my arms like wings; sometimes I am in a standing position and I fly by using my arms as if I was treading water, but not last night.
Last night like a bird, extended.
The view below is peaceful and beyond description beautiful. The sky is clear, mountains surrounding and then I approach a suspended bridge across the river.
There are two "bad guys" on the bridge. When I get close enough they plan to grab me, snatch me out of the sky and cause me to suffer.
I am aware of their intentions.
They are aware of my novelty, I CAN Fly.
I put enormous effort into flying up higher into the sky as I get close to them. I manage to miss them, but it's very close.
As I am engaged in pulling away, I hear my voice, "it's hard to fly when you are afraid"