I dreamt I flew last night. Hesitantly at first, I had to work out how to change my gears, gain momentum, and then swoop. Who knew you needed gears to fly as a human? It was scary at first and then wonderful, once I got the hang of it. I flew through an amazing canyon filled with art installations and then landed in a house on a rugged coast, also filled with more art.
Outside it got dark and I swooped out again, away over the bay which was protected on all sides by huge cliffs. There were lots of other flying things (helicopters? Fireflies?) all lit up like chinese lanterns, flitting about. It was beautiful.
Then it turned all sexual and I’m feeling shy today, so will leave it at that.
JAMES BLUNT AT THE ROYAL ALBERT HALL REVIEW
1 week ago
4 comments:
Sometimes I can fl in my dreams, too. I just jump up and wave my arms, and wonder what makes other people stay down. It is so lovely, you are right!
I so love dreams of flying. I wish I could wish them into being.
I've just read a book called "Cockroach" by Rawi Hage - he flies from time to time - its a beautifully written book about a troubled immigrant - well worth reading just for the words - love your kissing memories too - I know - time flies as well! Lx
Geli, Kristin - I wish I could have them every night!
L - ooo, will keep an eye out for it.
xxx
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