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Man given wings: Vitruvian Icarus by Sean McCall
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The strangest thing about
flying
in my
dreams
is that it isn't at all strange. It's seems quite normal.
It's I know how to
fly.
In my
dreams,
flying
is as easy and as
ordinary
as
walking.
It's something I do effortlessly, simply, without giving the matter
a lot of thought. Also, this experience of
flying
is a joyous,
happy,
energized experience (the actual
word
for this is it's an
exuberant
experience) which feels so totally right that there's
no sense of it being in any
way
unusual or far from the
ordinary.
Whenever I
fly
in my
dreams,
the most
common
position I put my body in is as if I'm sitting down with my legs
stretched out in front of me - kind of like how you would sit to
ride a go-kart (also a
magic
carpet). I steer by leaning my body to the left, and to the right.
I adjust my elevation down and up by leaning forward, and back. On
other occasions when I
fly
in my
dreams,
I
fly
in a much more traditional manner: by
scooping
the
air
with my hands and outstretched arms - kind of like I
scoop
water
when I'm
swimming
the
breaststroke
(it's the closest I'll get to imitating a
bird flying).
And on still other occasions, I can
fly
by deploying simple levitation ie by literally defying
gravity.
I really don't know
how
to describe
the way
this
works,
suffice to say I'll direct it by the
power
of my will alone ie by sheer
intention
- and this is effortless
intention.
In those
dreams
in which I
fly
this way, you could say it's kind of like what
Superman does ("Up, up, and awaaay ...").
Please notice it's only the comparison with Kal-el's
method of
flying
which
works
here for me in this description. I'm not implying any other similes
whatsoever between me and the entire Superman legend per se.
I've made no attempts to
interpret
what
flying
in
dreams
means (I'll leave that to others to do). I just enjoy it whenever
it occurs. And yet there's one thing on which this entire share
pivots which I haven't said yet, and it's this: when I
awake
from a
dream
in which I was
flying,
I'd be a liar if I don't cop to a certain
disappointment upon discovering that back here in the
real
world
I can't
fly,
or I've lost my ability to
fly,
or I've become too muddled to
fly
(in those
dreams
in which I
fly,
my whole experience and state of consciousness is always and
ongoingly wide
open,
attuned, and crystal
clear
- it's as if being
that way
is a prerequisite for being able to
fly).
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