Topic: Dreams of flying and dreamworlds
When I was a kid I remembered my first dream of levitation. My parents and I lived in an apartment complex on the second level. I was around 4 or 5 at the time. In the dream I walked out of our door and saw a large black feather floating just over the balcony. I climbed over and sat on the feather for a few seconds when i was overcome with fear of falling. Both the feather and I fell towards the ground as I woke up.
From that point forward I would continue to have flying dreams, in some I would launch from a tree, float for a few seconds and the fear of falling would send me back to the waking world. As I grew older I could see improvement in my ability to fly. Once or twice I was on a ferris wheel and as it came over the top I would lean forward and fly, each time it seemed I was more confident and could stay airborne even float into the clouds but inevitably I always gave in to the fear of falling and that would be it. I soon was able to run and leap for great distances as if sliding above the ground. Eventually I began using my arms to fly, as if swimming towards the surface in a pool of water. My flying dreams bordered on lucid as I flew over homes and trees. Different elements introduced themselves as well. In one dream I was with people from work and tried to show them I could fly and my powers were gone. At the time I took that as a message of feeling repressed by working for this particular company/group of people. Other times I would try to fly but get caught up in wires. I mostly stopped having flying dreams about 6 years ago. I can remember one or two and I always take a flying dream as a good sign and it usually is. Recently however while practicing meditation (in bed) I had an excellent, quite lucid flying dream. I had just moved to the mountains and had only been here for a couple months. As I was dosing off I felt a strong feeling of bliss and almost instantly I was standing outside of my bedroom in the driveway. I began to float over my house and this time with no flapping arms. I simply spread my arms and floated. I hovered above the trees as I moved past them, branches rubbing against me. I tried to fly higher but was restricted to just above the trees. Trying to hard to get higher woke me up.
It is my experience that my dream world belongs to me and is real, existing inside my head. I often think the places and people I create are stored somewhere to be visited again in another dream. I would like to hear other's opinions of their dream world, did you find your lucid skills improving with age? Were there places you created and then returned to in other dreams? For instance, once I dremt I was driving down a street and passed by a place I recognized from a dream I had a week earlier.
Looking forward to replies,
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