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samthebraveDream analysis gurus will tell you that if you have a dream about flying your life is out of control. I don't think this is always the case, even though it likely is for the majority of flying dreams.
I have a recurring dream in which I can fly. Each one is slightly different and revolves around something happening in my life. The reason that I feel that my flying dreams are different from typical flying dreams classified as a symbol for an out of control life, is that mine always seem to occur when my life is the most stable.
The last dream I had that I was flying. I was with two friends and colleagues who were brilliant people. We were in a canoe on a gorgeous blue lake with lots of little coves. The trees surrounding the lake were lush spruce pine that you could smell in the air and poplar. The leaves of the poplars were spinning in the gentle breeze. The sun was bright and there were only little white puff clouds all spread out in the sky. My two friends and mentors were unsure of my test that I had planned because we had just started working together(we were all together in a mechanical engineering field). I had my device with me in the center of the canoe. I was preparing a couple of last minute adjustments on the flap device. I had created a miniature lever device that I could power very easily with muscles in my upper body.
My hands grasped the handles in front of my chest. Dan hooked the kevlar strapping around my elbows. After he cleared my span, with my hands still grasped to the titanium handle in front of my chest I extended my elbows out with no more effort than there would be with nothing attached. The levers increased the torque in my strength more than ten times. As my elbows extended the wings spanned 25 feet. The joints in the wings were modeled from the skeletal structure of a “Tern”, which, for those of you who aren’t familiar, is a small agile bird that darts, soars and flaps. All three flying styles are accomplished by this bird and with only two major wing joints. The joints I constructed were made from crossing lever bars of lightweight titanium and the braces were made of graphite to give them a rigid flexibility. The soft fabric was made from pieces of an old parachute that we had cut into sections.
I brought my elbows back in and the wings tucked back behind me with such force that I almost fell out of the canoe. We all had a good laugh. I looked back and forth between the guys I was with. We were now out in the middle of the lake. The looked at me like, “Well, we’re here, might as well go for it”, with their shrugs. I opened my wings again and brought them down hard. I did it again. I did it faster. My feet came up off the bottom of the canoe and I did it some more. I was up over the tree-line when the wind started to carry me a little. I opened up and leaned to the side. I was soaring back and forth. I flapped a couple of times more and got some speed. I was up really high now. I could see the entire shape of the lake. It vaguely resembled the letter W. The canoe was tiny. I decided to go in for a look. I tucked my knees forward, which changed the center of gravity and brought my head down and started a rapid decent. I brought the wings back part way to lose some of the drag and I fell like a bullet. Fifty feet above the canoe I extended my legs back all the way and pushed my elbows out. I swooped the boat and knocked the guys right into the water!
I was so not out of control in that dream. I was with the guys from my relatively new job showing them my potential and blowing them away. All my flying dreams have had a similar feel, but this one was one of the most defined.
I have a recurring dream in which I can fly. Each one is slightly different and revolves around something happening in my life. The reason that I feel that my flying dreams are different from typical flying dreams classified as a symbol for an out of control life, is that mine always seem to occur when my life is the most stable.
The last dream I had that I was flying. I was with two friends and colleagues who were brilliant people. We were in a canoe on a gorgeous blue lake with lots of little coves. The trees surrounding the lake were lush spruce pine that you could smell in the air and poplar. The leaves of the poplars were spinning in the gentle breeze. The sun was bright and there were only little white puff clouds all spread out in the sky. My two friends and mentors were unsure of my test that I had planned because we had just started working together(we were all together in a mechanical engineering field). I had my device with me in the center of the canoe. I was preparing a couple of last minute adjustments on the flap device. I had created a miniature lever device that I could power very easily with muscles in my upper body.
My hands grasped the handles in front of my chest. Dan hooked the kevlar strapping around my elbows. After he cleared my span, with my hands still grasped to the titanium handle in front of my chest I extended my elbows out with no more effort than there would be with nothing attached. The levers increased the torque in my strength more than ten times. As my elbows extended the wings spanned 25 feet. The joints in the wings were modeled from the skeletal structure of a “Tern”, which, for those of you who aren’t familiar, is a small agile bird that darts, soars and flaps. All three flying styles are accomplished by this bird and with only two major wing joints. The joints I constructed were made from crossing lever bars of lightweight titanium and the braces were made of graphite to give them a rigid flexibility. The soft fabric was made from pieces of an old parachute that we had cut into sections.
I brought my elbows back in and the wings tucked back behind me with such force that I almost fell out of the canoe. We all had a good laugh. I looked back and forth between the guys I was with. We were now out in the middle of the lake. The looked at me like, “Well, we’re here, might as well go for it”, with their shrugs. I opened my wings again and brought them down hard. I did it again. I did it faster. My feet came up off the bottom of the canoe and I did it some more. I was up over the tree-line when the wind started to carry me a little. I opened up and leaned to the side. I was soaring back and forth. I flapped a couple of times more and got some speed. I was up really high now. I could see the entire shape of the lake. It vaguely resembled the letter W. The canoe was tiny. I decided to go in for a look. I tucked my knees forward, which changed the center of gravity and brought my head down and started a rapid decent. I brought the wings back part way to lose some of the drag and I fell like a bullet. Fifty feet above the canoe I extended my legs back all the way and pushed my elbows out. I swooped the boat and knocked the guys right into the water!
I was so not out of control in that dream. I was with the guys from my relatively new job showing them my potential and blowing them away. All my flying dreams have had a similar feel, but this one was one of the most defined.
