When I was little, I used to have flying dreams, in which I flew around in the world, looking down upon things I knew to be important in my life like little pinpoints on a green fabric as I soared by. They seemed so insignificant in some ways. I loved those dreams, and hate it that I no longer have them. They say you have dreams of flying when you're growing, and hopefully (!!!) I won't get any taller. Heh.. But at the same time, that means that I might never have a dream like that again! Nowadays I only have odd dreams of whales tearing islands apart and weird babies with detachable heads with beards. I want my flying abilities back!
In those dreams I always stood on a long grass field (or a swamp [ewww]) and had to run all I could muster and jump up into the air with my arms stretched wide out. Not always did I manage to fly on the first try - it sucked when I ended up smothered into the grass or even worse, head-first into swamp-land. But then came the times when my arms seemed to conquer the air and swoosh, I went.
Picture by alex!
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Song of the day: Upward Over the Mountain by Iron & Wine
Perhaps one day I'll grow a quarter of an inch and I'll fly again? You'll see me waving from the sky!
Did/Do you have similar dreams?
They're great, right?
Woop Woop.
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