Blogger’s Block
I think I have the blog version of writer’s block. Every time I try to steer my brain towards something worth writing about, it just shuts down. This is coupled with a general down feeling and a need for a lot of rest. I had a week with three doctor’s appointments. It turns out that even if you take decent care of yourself, you still fall apart over time. Of course, when I was younger, I did not take decent care of myself. But for the past 20 plus years I have been practically squeaky clean.
O.K. It is time to turn my thoughts elsewhere. I closed my eyes and thought back to when I was a little kid (about a half a century ago, really). I had recurrent dreams where I suddenly discovered that by jumping just right I could practically fly. I could take one long floating jump for 25 or 50 feet or more. In the dream I discovered that if I moved just right I could keep floating along. At least once, while I was awake, I remembered the dream so vividly that I became convinced that if I would move just right when I jumped, I would float across the yard. I wasn’t really frustrated when I couldn’t. I was just surprised. It had seemed so real in the dream.
I wonder if there was any relationship to something I used to do a lot when I was a little kid. I would lie in bed with my eyes closed and imagine that the bed was lifting up off the floor. I could rotate it. I could even lift up through the ceiling and hover above our block. I could fly anywhere I wanted. Of course my eyes were closed, so I couldn’t see anything happening. But I could feel the change in my position. I could feel the drop below my bed floating high in the air. I tried this again not so long ago. It still works.
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i use to have that exact same dream...i know alot of people dream of flying, but with me, it was always the floating jump...i had to ractice to get it right, sometimes, in the most dire situations, it wouldn't work...i would then have to resort to my super swim strokes or quick jumps to get through the rivers filled with snapping crocodiles.
Bethany,
Your comment just reminded me of two other recurring dreams I had as a kid. One was were I was being chased and I need to hop over a fence, but it was impossible, like I was suddenly covered in lead. Or I had to run and it felt like I was struggling through molasses. The other dream was were I would be walking along a cliff and see a river absolutely filled with snakes. Or I was walking next to a ditch and leaned over to pick up something and suddenly realized that the ditch was line with snakes. Thanks, I hadn't remember that stuff in a while. It wasn't all that scary, just weird!
Kent
I did the floating in my bed thing a lot. I still do it from time to time. I remember you telling me about it but I think I had already discovered it prior to that time. Perhaps us schnakes actually have super human powers. Probably not, but perhaps. Thanks a lot dad for making me be the kid that has to correct every single one of her professors on the pronounciation of her name as the call out roll. Thanks a LOT.
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