Flying dreams form a great deal of my nighttimes’ wanderings. I even teach others how to fly in my dreams.


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Introduction

In many dream I am flying. I once investigated the symbolism of flight in dreams. An idea could be a tag for, “Joy,” or, “Élan.” One said I would come into vast fortune. I often teach others flight with these dreams and I see myself flying all around the place – like Peter Pan. I enjoy it all immensely. 

Let me tell you of the method in the madness.

 

 

Come Fly with Me

Flying in a dream indubitably leaves me with a sense of utter happiness. I find often that I drift around the nations, too. These light dreams contain also a, “dream-lesson,” and I, the, “dream-tutor.” For example, in one recent dream I found myself soaring to Europe. It was the daytime there. Quite a crowd were waiting for me there. They implored, “How do you fly…won’t you teach us?” This is what I taught them.

 

How to fly in your sleep: -

 

1. Stand straight with your hands beside your sides

2. Lean gently forward, bending at your ankles, standing straight

3. Sense the air pressure and lean into it for support

4. Let the currents of atmosphere, “lift,” you off the ground

5. Extend your arms gently outward, bringing them horizontal to your shoulders, just like wings

6. Use the currents in the air to carry you on high

7. Don’t force the process as it is a very light, sensitive sensation that depends on your giving yourself over to it

8. Will yourself upward and onward allowing the air current to support you.

 

In this European dream, only a few weeks ago, I was teaching a group of several hundred this trick. The biggest group that I have yet taught in my flight-filled nighttimes’ imagining. Once you are airborne allow nature to carry you aloft. You have to trust the wind currents around you to lift you high.

 

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Awaken in Joy

Let me give you more detail. I felt this European fantasy was in the Czech Republic. The entire dream was in bright colour. Everyone was most friendly. I even met a local poet. He carried for me an important message that he was keen to convey. He was talking in Czech, yet, as I don’t speak a word of Czech in reality, I was listening keenly to his message absorbing it telepathically. Why, indeed, I could understand every word!

 

Next, I with a new group of people who asked how I flew, they begged me to impart how it was done. I remember again showing them the abovementioned method for dream-flight. They were taking to it like a house on fire! Suddenly, all around me, hundreds became airborne. This was an incredible amount of people now high in flight.

 

Elated, I next found myself flying into a local bar. I passed through its’ walls right into the bar area. I felt a lot smaller now, as if I had shrunk to the size of a doll. I could see the aged wooden interior, until suddenly, I flew outside.

 

Outside on the road I was met by a pair of boys who consulted me about something that was bothering them immensely. They showed me a newspaper, asking me what they should do about this issue, which they were finding hard. I felt, actually, it may have been a gay rights issue as they seemed gay. They were asking for an answer that I then seemed to furnish.

 

After I told them the solution I woke in pure joy.

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  • Hansika on Nov 12, 2009

    lovely…

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