Flying for Freedom

They say sex and flying are what people will usually want to do when having a lucid dream. Sex is what a lot of people would want to do even when they are awake. It’s understandable in evolutionary terms since the strong desire for sex is how people have continued to exist. I suppose sex is no longer needed, now that we can use turkey basters to perpetuate the species. But before turkey basters and science, sex was the only way.

Flying on the other hand is something we could never do and still can’t for the most part. You can get on a plane or strap on a hang glider but what we all want to really do is fly like Superman. We want to fly through the skies at high speeds but also be able to maneuver like a mermaid in the sea.

So what is this deep yearning to fly in our dreams all about? What does it represent in real life? Perhaps a human’s desire to feel free is as strong as the desire for sex. To be free in the skies where gravity is not even a force that can reckon with you is complete freedom. To be able to tell people to screw off and then fly away is some next level shit.

Down on the ground where reality is, our main objective is to escape from a life that always seems to be trying to hold us down. We want to spread our wings and fly but the leashes that have either been forced on us or chosen by us only lets us get as high as the tree house then we have to come back down for dinner at 6 or we don’t get dessert.

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Dreams of Reality

I was out with people.  It was a newer apartment, there were women and friends and I was having a good time.  Of course it was a dream because I was having a good time.  What I remember most about the dream though was that I cared about wanting people to like me.  The existence of my usual cynical and dreary thoughts did not exist.  I viewed people as happiness vaults that I could potentially unlock if I was funny or nice enough, and that was my main objective.

They say when a guy is having a lucid dream he will either want to fly or have sex.  A while ago I amazingly realized I was dreaming and this was happening while I was running in the dream.  As I was running I thought about what I should do and the 2 things that came to mind were flying or sex.  I thought about sex but I couldn’t decide who to have sex with so I figured that I would just fly since I was already running anyway.  God really doesn’t want me to reproduce.

It seems sad if happiness only exists in dreams because only in dreams are you someone that is not you.  Most of the time they are too unrealistic to be given much thought.  I wasn’t flying or catching tigers by their tails.  I was sitting around having boring conversations while watching small bits of drama unfold.  Perhaps such scenarios in my present life are as realistic as Superman dreams for others.  What made this dream so realistic was that the women weren’t even that good looking.

I woke up this morning from that dream of normal life and thought, “whoa, that was crazy.”