Flight has been the fascination of mankind. The fascination has been democratically distributed among all ages, classes, and all men past and present. Homer put his gods to the skies, Da Vinci drew his helicopters, and Orville and Wilbur took the first steps. But, its not just about the technology of flight, its about the adventure, the spirit, the need for something thrilling that seems to be a common bond for all people.
Recently, I have toyed around with the idea of a documentary on the human fascination with flight. We take to the skies to keep world commerece spinning, but we also take to the skies as dreamers.
For this blog I wanted to hear about your flying dreams. If you feel personally attached to your dream as a vote of confidence I will first divulge mine:
The entire dreams are usually varying, but the way in which I fly is always the same. I stand on the ground and have to concentrate very hard and I begin to really believe, wholeheartedly know that it will work, and I start to move my arms similar to treading water and slowly I begin to lift. I keep concentrating, it is almost as if I am mentally causing my body to become less dense than air, and I start to swim through the air. After I begin to cruise I don't have to think as hard anymore, but the interesting thing is that initially I have to think so deliberately about what I am getting ready to do, it almost lends itself to making the dream more real, because dreams usually don't involve much contemplation while in the dream state.
And, I'll give you one specific example, the most recent dream.
The first thing I remember is that I am outside of a school building, people my age are all just sitting around and drinking and smoking and everything is moving slowly, a guy that was on my high school soccer team is there, and he is talking to Milla Jovovich from Dazed and Confused. Everybody seems real peaceful and then a security guard bursts from the doors of the school and he has a puppy. He is jerking it about by the scruff of its neck and the puppy is screaming uncomfortably loud, suddenly the screaming turns into a loud alarm, almost like an air raid siren, people start funneling out of the school. The security guard goes back into the school and he comes dragging a student out by the scruff of his neck; the student is screaming in pain, much like the puppy, as the security guard yells at him, "Why did you not come out during the alarm!" Milla Jovovich pleads with the security guard to let him go, she tells him that the kid is deaf, but he just continues to shake the kid by the scruff of his neck. Then...people start running.
I run around the corner of the school and all of a sudden I am running along a ridge that overlooks, and runs parallel to, a large area of pasture with cows grazing. As I look down upon the cows I begin to notice other creatures running amongst them, they stand upright but they are covered in fur like a primate, their faces are scarred, red, devolved human faces with big sharp teeth (in the face they look sort of like the bad wizard from Conan The Destroyer when he turns into a man ape, sorry no google image)
They move fast onto the cattle and devour them, I look ahead of me and see them killing people running in front of me, when I look back down to the pasture I see these creatures as they see me running along the ridge, one by one their heads jerk spastically in my direction, then they begin to move like a pack of wild dogs, rehearsed and in unison, they are stalking me.
I keep running and I begin to approach a tree line where there is only a narrow path way through, the creatures have gathered there and they wait for me. I begin to concentrate on being able to rise into the air, I begin to believe that my arms will push the air below me and that action will lift me into the sky. The creatures begin to clamber toward me, twitching and growling. They are only ten yards away now and I push my arms down and up I go, I barely rise over them, and one of them claws me on the shin, but that is the only damage they can achieve, I fly over the tree line and on to safety.
5 comments:
I don't like heights so I can't comment on this post...
HOWEVER
did you know the new Michael Moore movie (Sicko) comes out in June!
WOOT!
I used to have a dream a few times when I was younger about gliding on some magical horse through this bizarre world. i have no idea what it was about, and can hardly remember it now, except for the bright colors blurring(we MUST dream in color!) from the speed of the horse. i think that's close to flying. i was flying on land.
I was traveling around the curvaceous Alleghany mountain roads, when in the sights of my ford explorer sat a huge Buzzard gorging himself on a misfortunate groundhog. The ever-present devil on my right shoulder said "Hit Him! go ahead see if you can." And before I could give the angel on my left shoulder an opportunity to talk me out of my pursuit, I found my car accelerating towards the unsuspecting scavenger. The slothful bird alerted to my vehicle and made an awkward jump into the air, spread his wings and began his slow accent. I opened the engines jets to full acceleration. I gained ground on the nasty creature, until I saw what must be the bird equivalent to human fingerprints on the flesh just under his talons. I knew I was soon to be the victor of this unorthodox race, and just when my windshield clicked the tips of the birds claws, suddenly at least two quarts of the thickest whitest most gooey substance known to man was excreted from this creatures rectum. It was such in volume, my entire windshield was covered, it was such in thickness that even with the aid of windshield washing fluid my wipers could not remove the substance. I had to hit the breaks, roll down the window and stick my head out and steer my car to the side of the road, to clean the windshield with an old flannel shirt and a coke which had gone flat. The winner was the buzzard and the loser was left to ruminate over how convenient it would be if he himself could take flight and deliver such an evacuation upon enemies and enemies of friends.
I kept worrying that the story was going to be a dream about flying....I say worrying because I did not want to imagine what sort of revenge would have been heaped upon the buzzard were you able to fly.
I had two dreams about flying, both of them, nightmares, from my childhood..Wow that was a long time ago! They were both recurring, I will tell you about the one that frightened me the most. Although I was not physically flying on my own, I was airborne by means of a butterfly (now you will know why I am afraid of them! :( I was playing in a field, beutiful with wild flowers and those tiny little blue butterflies joyously flying from flower to flower...I was experiencing such an intense feeling of freedom. Suddenly I heard the monstrous sound of huge flapping wings..I look into the sky as a colossal cloud envelopes me...I see, to my horror, a giant butterfly. It was one of those yellow and black butterflies, a Monarch I believe, and it was most terrifying thing I had seen in my young life. I started to run, screaming and crying, but the butterfly was much too large, it overtook me easily. It swooped down and gathered me into it's fold with long, tenuous legs. As I was lifted into the air, I fearfully look down at my hand and see an extrememly long yardstick, it is swinging to and fro..I had no control as the motion of flight had taken my ability to contain my physical movement. This monstrous butterfly begins sweeping back toward the land giving me a momentary respite from the terror..It was going to free me! Mistaken, I was, because as I looked below, I see one of my aunts standing in the field, looking up, with hand cupped over her eyes to shield the sun...I begin to feel enormous terror, I know not why, but something bad is going to happen, I feeel it in my gut. As the butterfly gets closer, it gains speed and takes a dip downward toward my aunt. This speedy descent caused the yardstick in my hand to swing wildly...as we sweep by my aunt the yardstick slices off her lips...I have cut off my aunt's lips! The joyous butterfly takes another wild ascent into the sky, to only sweep downward again...Oh no!...another of my aunts is in the field...the same thing happens to her! They were standing in this field, blood gushing from what had been their lips, their mouth. One more ascent and another terror filled descent had me take off the lips of the final aunt...I was screaming, they were screaming, the hole in their face gushed blood, as the rapacious butterfly carrys me away to neverland.
This dream was terrifying to me as a child, I feel sure there has to be a deeper meaning to this nightmare!
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