So last night I had another one of those dreams where I jump out a window.
I was at the house I grew up in, back on Austin st, in my parents old room on the second floor. I was there with my sister, and we were talking about something I can’t remember now. I had to find this person, and I knew where she was, and how to get there. So I opened the window, and took out the screen. My thinking was that I would fly to where I had to go. I put the screen down inside, put my left foot on the window ledge, one hand one each side of the window and . . .
Stepped out of the window and flew up.
But the dream isn’t about the flying as much as it is about the knowledge that I can do it, that I can stepped out the window or jump off the edge of a building or run off a cliff and fly. I have no fear whatsoever of falling, no fear of failing at what I’m about to set out to do. I just know I can do it. These types of dreams usually don’t entail that much flying, sometimes they end like last night’s dream, after I stepped out the window and started to fly up, I changed locations in my dream, it rotated on an axis and instead of searching, I had found.