My first of only two flying dreams occurred maybe 10 years ago. It was one of the greatest feelings I’ve ever had, and I’ve hoped and wished and tried very hard to have subsequent flying dreams to no avail, save one about 4 years ago.
I remember walking down a barren street along a stone wall (as in Wallace and Grommit pogo stick scene) and began getting more air as I took two bouncing steps. My clumsy third stride was barely enough to get me airborne and I glided slowly upward, my knees and lower legs knocking over the crumbling top of the wall. As I looked down, the wall was one of several isles in a grocery store – rather dark and closed for the night, and I was knocking cereal boxes and canned goods off the upper shelves as I hung lazily below the dark acoustical tiling marked by occasional rectangular flourescent lightboxes. It was a delightful drunken sort of fun as I crossed several isles this way toppling things over, but the fact that I was inside prevented me from exploring much further. Soon I was back to the floor with little or no ability to stay afloat.
[submitted by Jake]
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