Day 272. Fly me to the moon. (29/9/13)

Another brief blog that turned into a ten minute monologue. This year of blogging gave me half of 'Half The Sky'.

I used to have this recurring dream. I have a feeling that I may have already told you about it but if I have and I've forgotten it, well that just fits in with the way that the dream felt.

I used to dream that I could fly. The dreams came when I still lived with my parents and lasted for years. In them I could move slowly into the air, rise above the houses at the end of our road and float through the night sky. Always the night sky and the journey always started in front of and over Steve Bebington's house.

I would lift my right foot from the floor and place it in the air as though stepping onto a stair. I would then raise my left and place it slightly higher. I'd push down with my right, there would be a bit of 'give' in the air but enough support from below to allow me to lift myself.

And in this way I'd rise smoothly into the air, each step taking me slightly higher than the one before, each step becoming smoother and more comfortable, more graceful.

I could feel every single sensation in minute detail, the air around me, the night chill, the feel of the air that I was resting on, everything was vivid and intense.

And then the dreams stopped. And I forgot them.

Until years later.

I don't know if it was a dream that brought them back or just a stray thought drifting through the back of my mind but I remembered the feelings.

The weird thing was (and this next bit may well sound more than a little bit mental) that I didn't remember these feelings as being dreams, I remembered the feelings as something that I used to be able to 'do'.

Now, I didn't believe for a second that I was once able to fly. At least I don't think I did, that would probably be borderline certifiable. And if I had believed that then I certainly wouldn't admit to it here now would I? But my memories weren't of once having had dreams, my memories were of pushing myself into the sky and floating.

Obviously I realised very quickly that these were dreams that I once had as human beings basically can't do these things (unless, of course, you believe in astral travel, in the ability of the spirit to leave the body and wander freely, unless you consider exactly what a weird hinterland existence sleep actually is) but I still know exactly how those dreams 'felt'.

I miss those dreams, I'd love to have them again.

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