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Dreams Take Flight
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Sorry I haven't been posting much lately. A bit busy with everyday life, trying to put a travel post together and not quite succeeding, but also .. lost in my thoughts .. taking walks along the beach [weather permitting] and wondering what dreams I might put into action. Dreams of flight.
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Do you have flying dreams? I can only recall dreaming this once although somehow I managed to restrict myself to flying up and down a narrow corridor trying to find some mysterious object behind the multitude of doors lining it's path! [where's Dr Freud when you need him?] I do have dreams of flying but they are based on flying in those big silver birds in the sky.
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Not this sort of bird
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In my dream I'm calmly packing for a trip when I realise my flight is that day. Big rush to the airport.. check in.. and just as I am about to board the plane, they ask for my passport. Uh-oh!! Where is the passport. I've left it at home... [don't ask me how I got past check-in.. it's a dream] I explain this to the nice man and he assures me 'He will hold the plane till I run home and get it. After all I do live close by! '. I think that is pretty darn considerate .. don't you? .. I dread this will really happen one day. Did I mention it is a reoccurring dream?
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So back to my preoccupation with flight, I think of it often walking along the beach, watching the kite surfers attempt to take flight and free themselves of gravity. Strangely the seagulls seem to mimic their actions and group at the same end of the beach taking turns to dip, turn, swoop and glide upon the breezes. Then with a quick about turn, they dart off to a distant location as if to mock us poor earth bound humans. Even the kite surfers seem a little envious.
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My father was a pilot in WWII and one of my brother's also has a pilot's license, so there must be some genetically embedded desire to soar through the clouds. But for me, the closest I have come to piloting my own craft is the swing in the local park. Remember how wonderful that felt as a child. The thrill of seeing the earth left behind, sky rushing towards you and then the sudden return to earth just as exhilarating, all the while wondering if your stomach might also take flight.
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I think I need to revisit some of these childhood wonders
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Ok.. back to preparing the travel post.
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