Very often I dream. Very often, I remember most, if not all, of the dream.
Last night I dreamt. All day today, I have been remembering different parts of the dream at different times of the day. Different scenes have been coming back to me on and off throughout the day.
Tonight, I can’t remember much of it at all!
The main part I can remember vividly. The flying part. I very often find myself flying in dreams.
The hazy part is a corridor – an intersection of corridors, actually, where there is a huge gathering of people for some reason. A little like a busy crossroads, if you like, only with less organisation.
I have to get from one end of the corridor to the other for some reason in the dream. Due to the mass gathering of slow moving people, I have to fly over their heads.
Normally, my flying dreams involve me taking to the skies, and soaring high above the town and or countryside in all weathers. I think last night’s dream was the first where I flew indoors.
I remember having a little bit of banter with the people I was flying over – only light hearted chit chat, nothing too serious or heavy. I can only remember the feeling of the conversations, not the conversations themselves.
I can also remember the feeling of urgency for me to get to the other end of the corridor, but I do not remember why it was so urgent.
I can remember the faces of the people I was bantering with – familiar faces, friendly faces, with a feeling that I knew them really well, but I can not remember who they were.
I can remember the corridor being dark, but naturally lit – not artificial lighting – the intersection was particularly brighter than the other parts of the corridor, which is probably the reason why I can remember more of the people (whoever they were!) as I flew over them at the intersection.
If flying is an interpretation of freedom, what does flying indoors indicate?
Could the crowd, the walls and ceiling, the darkness and the urgency, and the intersection have a more deep meaning than just being the latest setting for my flying dreams? Could there be something (or someone?) preventing me from flying higher?
My mind, I think, is trying to get a message to me. All I need to do now is try to interpret what I’m being told. I’ll keep an open eye for any other clues over the next few days, and an open mind for any further dreams.
You never know… soon, I may be flying without any ‘restraints’ at all…
The Mansionic Perspective 
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