I just watched this cute video of a figurine version of me flies away and a thought appeared in my mind. He took off like I do.
I used to fly a lot in my dreams. I’m fact, I came up with a whole time line of my transportation history in the linear life of my dream universe. I realized I have not had a good fly in a long time.
But then, as I started composing my post about realizing I don’t fly in my dreams anymore, the realization converted more about the fact I have not been remembering my dreams at all. I struggled to remember any recent dreams and a vivid memory of one appeared. I was flying.
The arm flapping is very tiring, which is why I hated letting people jump on my back for a lift and they always got upset.
I pondered down a related path. Why don’t I walk anywhere in my dreams, of r just appear there like a TV scene cut. Flying seems an extreme plot point that used to bother me because I knew I couldn’t fly, so when I did, I would know I was dreaming.
I remembered the first time I realized I couldn’t fly. I was awake with friends and I just boyrted it out. Wow. I can’t fly.
I got weird looks, but I explained it and nobody had me commited. Dreams are weird.
