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First update in ages, go me!
So, yeah, I'm not quite done hibernating, as far as LJ is concerned, but this at least I want to post while I still remember it.
This night, I made a dream I still remember bits of, which in itself is noteworthy, as this is not usual.
There was a short and mostly irrelevant bit that took place at the next EF, involving the usual dramatis personae, which has been something of a recurrent theme lately in what dreams I do remember, lending me to think that my hindbrain worries more about it than I care to admit consciously.
But the real vibe of the dream came much later. The area was mountainous, and I needed to reach the top of the highest peak, overcoming several adversarial conditions on the way. Because, by reaching the top, I'd earn the ability. (Yes, I've played too much Zelda lately, I know.)
The ability turned out to be the power to turn at will into an Australian white hawk (is there even a species of white hawks in Australia? No idea...), and fly.
Now, I commonly have the power of flight in my dreams, as a general thing; but it's a tricky power to wield. First, I need to remember that I have this power, and dreams generally make this kind of extrinsical thinking difficult. Next, controlling the power itself requires a lot of concentration and focus: you need to repel at the ground with all your will, and that can't generally be sustained for very long.
But this time was different.
It was effortless. It was nimble. It was free. I'd simply turn into a white hawk and fly.
The species in question was being actively hunted, because in my dreams, good things rarely come for free, and I do remember being shot at at least once; but, unlike my typical dream, this was never a concern, because I was so agile on my white wing, they stood no chance to hit me.
Dear brain: that was a great dream. I want more of those, please.
This night, I made a dream I still remember bits of, which in itself is noteworthy, as this is not usual.
There was a short and mostly irrelevant bit that took place at the next EF, involving the usual dramatis personae, which has been something of a recurrent theme lately in what dreams I do remember, lending me to think that my hindbrain worries more about it than I care to admit consciously.
But the real vibe of the dream came much later. The area was mountainous, and I needed to reach the top of the highest peak, overcoming several adversarial conditions on the way. Because, by reaching the top, I'd earn the ability. (Yes, I've played too much Zelda lately, I know.)
The ability turned out to be the power to turn at will into an Australian white hawk (is there even a species of white hawks in Australia? No idea...), and fly.
Now, I commonly have the power of flight in my dreams, as a general thing; but it's a tricky power to wield. First, I need to remember that I have this power, and dreams generally make this kind of extrinsical thinking difficult. Next, controlling the power itself requires a lot of concentration and focus: you need to repel at the ground with all your will, and that can't generally be sustained for very long.
But this time was different.
It was effortless. It was nimble. It was free. I'd simply turn into a white hawk and fly.
The species in question was being actively hunted, because in my dreams, good things rarely come for free, and I do remember being shot at at least once; but, unlike my typical dream, this was never a concern, because I was so agile on my white wing, they stood no chance to hit me.
Dear brain: that was a great dream. I want more of those, please.
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But to rebound on something mentioned above, I did fly aboard vehicles on several occasions, including flying a bomber over France in 1940 (and getting shot down) and going into space aboard a Mercury spaceship - I remember clearly the overwhelming pressure, the roar of the rocket engine and the sky turning black through the small window, it was very unexpected.
And though I can't fly in my dreams, I discovered that as a quadruped, I'm left-handed.
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> And though I can't fly in my dreams, I discovered that as a quadruped, I'm
> left-handed.
OH WOW I'VE FOUND YOU AT LAST, LINK!!
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> OH WOW I'VE FOUND YOU AT LAST, LINK!!
If I wasn't 9000 km from you, I'd back away slowly...
(nb : en anglais on dit 'to have a dream', pas to make. Pense à Martin Luther King ;)
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> (nb : en anglais on dit 'to have a dream', pas to make. Pense à Martin
> Luther King ;)
Flute, je le sais en plus. Ça m'apprendra à pas assez dormir tiens. *g*