Glimpse of my Universe

 

Usually I take off from outdoors.

 

I did most of my flying as a child growing up in Minnesota. It wasn't until years later, as an adult, my sister would confide in me that she also flew.  I don't know how she started flying but for me it was easy and quickly achieved. I'd start out by closing my eyes and imagining I was walking down the road we traveled to Duluth in grandpa's car.  This two-lane highway was lined with trees on both sides. These trees were the only scenery for miles and miles which made it easy to concentrate on taking off without distraction. Sometimes an occasional car passed us or we'd come upon moose on the side of the road or meandering across the highway.  Moose are enormous beasts, about the size of a small tool shed. We'd cringe as they passed in front of us and hoped they wouldn't charge the car.  If they stampeded and stomped the car to death, to the size of a tin can, well, officials probably wouldn't find us (but I bet they'd kick the can).  Northern Minnesota is that isolated. Now for flying, as I was saying, I'd close my eyes and imagine myself walking, first in a normal steady gait, then increasing my pace to a point where I'm running, running very fast down the line in the middle of the road.  The next step, lifting off the ground, was exhilarating because the transition from running to flying was extremely smooth and hardly noticed except for awareness that the road and trees were becoming smaller and smaller beneath me, however,  my mind was fixed on what lay ahead.  I'd zoom above the trees searching for towns in distant places,  lighted windows and lamp posts to guide me in to take a closer look into the lives of other people around the world.   However, it was the flying experience itself that was the hook; I love the pressure of wind on my face and breathing fresh, cool air into my lungs.  I was very good at flying maneuvers and liked steep banking, something I dread in real time.  Until plane hijackings in the 80's & 90's ripped open our friendly skies, I loved flying, and took numerous trips, to the Midwest, Texas, California, Germany and England.  Real time, lifting off and landing was what I looked forward to, especially being sucked back into my seat on take off, but nothing takes the place of being in control of your own flying experience.  About the same time my flying skills took a quantum leap, I began what is called lucid dreaming which enabled me to  engineer the content of my dreams.  I didn't know at the time how handy this would become until I began a series of dreams which took place over the space of years that included life-threatening situations, dangerous missions, negotiating mountains, swimming oceans, trapped in falling elevators, being shot in the field as a soldier, stabbed by madmen, and car chases.  I survived them all.  Before you start feeling sorry for my pathetic dream life, you should know I also accomplished great things in my sleeping hours.  I learned how to drive a stick shift, participated in car races, played virtuoso piano, sang as well as Eva, ice skated over tall buildings and 20 ft nets on turf, and roller skated up walls and on water.

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