flying_in_dreams andru235 many people report having flying dreams; especially when lucid dreaming often enough i have flying dreams, and usually the way i fly is by flapping my arms repeatedly...usually i am a rather clumsy flier, but i can do it... given that most of the 'humans in flight' imagery that we take in involves either superman/superwoman-style flight, or rocket-backpack flight, i find myself wondering, have i lived as a bird? more often than not, when i fly in a dream, it is in a regular, non-lucid dream. if i totally disregard the opinions of other humans, i readily conclude that yes, i have lived as a bird. but if i factor in the opinions of other humans, then i begin to question if it is merely my subconcious, or whatever. on rare occasions i fly while in a non-human form and in those dreams the flight is very different; but as i said, its rare. anyone else whose dream flight involves flapping their arms? 050702 ... anne-girl once i woke up from a dream and for a second still thought i could fly just for a moment 050702 ... pete dance with your sisters star 050702 ... epitome of incomprehensibility Yay for stumbling across old blathes. ...I've dreamed of flying quite a lot, though not that much recently. My theory is that flying in dreams is like swimming in real life. At least, the movements I make when I’m moving through the air, in dreams, are the same ones that I use while swimming. Often the dream-air feels thick, too, and I have to propel myself forward a lot. Sometimes flying is great. Sometimes I have to watch myself to keep from drifting up too far. Sometimes I want to fly up as far as I can. Sometimes I’m frustrated because I can sort of fly, but gravity keeps dragging me to the ground. I don’t know what metaphorical weight, if any, these different situations have. The flying dream I remember best is this: I’m in a grocery store with my parents, and I’m a teenager again. I’m bored, so I start levitating for fun and I knock a bunch of boxes off the shelf. My parents are embarrassed and tell me to stop. When I’m leaving the store, I see a guy wearing a randomly zippered and slashed leather jacket (sort of like Edward Scissorhands’). He’s wearing a chain that dangles from his wrist. I wonder whether it’s to keep him from flying or whether it’s just a trend. No, forget Edward S., this reminds me of my one and only ex-something. He was, and maybe still is, a punk-rock hippie. A good story by the way: funny in retrospect. He left me for a younger woman… and I was eighteen. Sad, very sad. I’m sure I’d be a more exciting person if I could fly. Just not in grocery stores; that’d be embarrassing. 101003 ... unhinged milarepa yogis make dreams reality 101003 ... d ░ ░░░░░░ 101005 what's it to you? who go blather from