Dream of freedom

Last night I flew.

Well, I was actually swimming in the air – doing the breast-stroke – but I was flying.

I wasn’t actually meant to go flying, I was meant to go swimming, but there was hardly any free space in the pool. It was full. I mean, literally full to the point where people couldn’t even move. There was only a tiny amount of water visible, it was that full. OK, it wasn’t that full, but there was no way I was going to get in a full length without having to swim the equivalent of eight lengths to get around all of the people.

But I needed to swim. I needed to feel the muscles in my arms, legs, stomach and back working. I needed to feel that I was getting the exercise that I had gone there to get.

I decided that I would pretend I was swimming in the water. I would swim above the pool, but keeping in mind that I was swimming in the water.

And it worked.

I managed to swim a full length without even getting wet. For some reason, the people in the pool didn’t see me swimming above them. I don’t think any of them would have even thought about looking up. If they had, they would have been surprised. I know this for a fact, because I was surprised.

I don’t know why I felt surprised, because I have flown before – hasn’t everyone? But I was surprised that I had managed to do what I thought I was able to.

I flew… swam a few more lengths this way, and then had to go and get changed. Even though I wasn’t in the water, I was still wearing my swimming shorts. I think if people had looked up this sight would have probably made them look down again – and very quickly. But, I was there to get exercise and tone up my body, so they could have thought what they wanted! I was doing that for me!

Shortly after getting changed, I found myself on a very high bridge. It was a motorway bridge, and the traffic was moving steadily in both directions beneath me.

I now knew that I could fly, but wanted to test myself. I looked down at the road below, and thought it was a bit too dangerous to have a go there. I walked to the side of the bridge, which was over a grass verge. I was thinking that if I didn’t take off, I would land on the verge… better than landing on or under a car.

I brought my hands together in front of my chest, and them pulled them apart, as if I was doing the breast-stroke in the pool. I leant forward, and started to kick my legs in the frog-like motion you do when swimming. And I took to the skies.

I flew higher and higher. All around me was clear, and I could see for miles. I had moved away from the motorway and was now flying over the town. I recognised one of my friends down below – I think the flying had given me super-vision as well – and I flew in to say ‘hello’.

She was startled at first, and then casually asked, “How long have you known that you have been able to fly?”

It was this question that was the clearest of the whole dream. Not the swimming, or the people, or the sensation of flying, or the apprehension over the bridge… but this one question.

How long have I known that I have been able to fly?

Dreams are just dreams, some would say. Dreams are our minds sorting things out, others would say. But sometimes, dreams can be giving us a message that we need to hear.

I know that I can’t fly in the physical domain. I wouldn’t even attempt to have a go (in a pool or over a bridge!) but in my dream everything felt absolutely natural. I knew that I could do it, even though I hadn’t done it before.

OK, I have dreamt of flying before, but in last night’s dream I had never flown before. I’ve put this down to the many parallel dimensions that there are in the dream universe… I’d visited a new one.

The question has got me thinking about all of the other things that I think that I can’t do, just because I haven’t done them before. The things that I could be soaring high with, be extremely successful with, if I just gave myself a chance.

This part of the message is the part that allows me the freedom I need to be able to ‘give it a go’, at the very least.

I just now need to know what the ‘it’ is, and I can start.

I love dreams, I really do. I always feel good after the dreams that I remember vividly, and I love to feel good. Sometimes, though, I would like to dream a full answer, rather than a thoughtful question. But then, I wouldn’t have the fun of experiencing the being, doing or having what it is that I am meant to.

I’ve had a dream of freedom. Where I go… watch this space!