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flying dreams

I wanted to post about some dreams.

I have noticed in my life, that from time to time I have dreams about flying. The dreams seem to coincide with a) times when I have made life-altering decisions that were freeing or in tune with ‘the way’ , the Tao, or the natural flow of energy; or b) at times when I have been deep into a study of esoteric/metaphysical/spiritual-genre things.

It is important that I note here that I often have this horribly nagging feeling that I have forgotten something vital, and I know that this something vital thing that I was supposed to remember was something I told myself to remember while I was dreaming. Now, I cant remember what that thing was, but I cannot stress enough how important it was for me to remember it and yet- I didn’t.

It might have had something to do with the flying. Like the fact that not only was I dreaming of flying, but that I actually -was- flying.

I have had such dreams about flying that I am certainly convinced that they are not dreams at all, but actual excursions.

One might ask, “Well- what, exactly, of yourself was doing the flying?”

My answer would be that it is that thing of us which is most vital and yet unearthly.

In our limited view we would say, “Oh, well… if your physical body is not lifting up off the bed, then you are not flying.”

To that I must reply that there is no such thing as a physical body… that the real you, which is realer than your illusion of a physical material body is made of energy/consciousness.

When this essence of you is flying… you are flying.

That would be the realest part of you that exists.

But, yes… I digress and get preachy. Sorry.

Ok so… in one of my dreams I realized how to fly as I was being given instruction by a voice or some intelligence. It told me that I simply had to decide to go up by thinking ‘up’ and then go there.

In the dreams I remember often being skeptical, but my dream-self is like my not-dream-self and I try this crazy thing anyway and it always works. The limiting factor is always my disbelief. But the more I do it, the easier it is to do it more.

So, one might say, “So… big deal. How is this important or helpful?”

Well.. I don’t know, exactly. I don’t know that it does anything except give me this incredible sense of freedom. And it makes me aware of how light we are… I mean our essential energy selves (the physical body sensation feels luggish by comparison.) Perhaps it has made me more aware of the true nature of my being… that I am not a body. Also it has left me with the nagging feeling that I have forgotten that I am a being of light, of energy/consciousness.

And maybe since I am a being of light, perhaps I shouldn’t take things so heavily… so seriously-

this is after all, only a human experience I am having and in a moment or so this consciousness will be freed and it wont wake up… well, at least not for awhile.

And then perhaps it will wake up in the womb of another mother.

Perhaps it is important or helpful to know these things. It might make me more peaceful, or it might cause me to be less resistant of the natural flow of things.

These dreams are incredibly real. And I insist that dreams are ‘real’ at least by the definition I understand ‘real’ to be. Dreams are a different reality, but, in my opinion, must be given consideration and respect.

I have woken up from these dreams so utterly convinced that I could fly that I remember once standing on the edge of my bed with my arms out in the air, assuming the flying position, when my husband came into the bedroom and asked me what I was doing.

I told him I was going to fly.

He, of course didn’t believe me.

Then I remembered it was a dream… and I got down off the bed.

Well… that’s all for now.

Thanks Julie for the opportunity to share my thoughts, feelings, ideas etc about dreams.

Peace

J