I Can Fly and Pray

This dream started out with me looking over a large room in a really big community building. It had normal carpet that was a kind of denim blue and there was a folding stage area up front, chairs set up in rows with no isle and a platform that could be folded out of the back wall like the back of a pickup truck only this makes a narrow stage in the back of the room almost the length of the room itself. The room wasn’t overly large or overly small. I’d guess it could seat about 200 people or so comfortably and the stage area was pretty small.

Suddenly it was that night and all the people were there in their seats and quietly watching the front of the room. What was going on was a sort of chant, prayer, ritual thing that had seven people in white robes with hoods in a circle off to the right side of the stage. Five people picked up and spread out a white sheet loosely over a 2 foot square black plain black table about waste high with a slightly shiny finish. The other two robed people were in the middle of the circle almost phasing with the sheet during the chant. What they were doing was guiding the sculpting of an art piece that is supposed to be created during this ritual by these seven robed people just as a symbol to remind others how important it is to create art and things and share it with the world if you can. It is also a way they say their thanks for whatever it is or to whoever it is they are thankful for or to.

The sheet becomes a part of the art piece somehow. The other 200 people in the audience is supposed to either watch silently and as still as possible or to chant and towards the end some are delegated or chosen to dance during the final pieces of the ritual chants.

I realize that my part in this is to fly dance so I do. I take off up into the air, walk on the ceiling, and twirl quite a bit until the euphoria of flight is stand able enough to begin the dance in the air. During most of the ritual I am making all kinds of dancelike beautiful patterns in the air. At the end I realize that no one was able to pay attention enough to even notice that miraculously I could fly when no one else could but very few as in one per generation may discover they have such an ability. Most people just can’t and never will fly and those that do try to keep it to themselves unless they are people like me who just much show off my flight skills.

Instantly I was a celebrity and many kids asked me to give them rides. I was only just getting used to how to control this ability of mine to fly so I was only able to carry the little ones but it was great fun to fly around all over the place. It did take energy to fly so there were times I did just come down and walk. I wasn’t always in the air and when I was many times I was close to the ground so I could talk to people and visit. Once I got really good at flying I could do so in just about any way I wanted in any direction. The only limitation was distance and my energy level. Once I got to about high enough to touch the clouds it took more energy to go any higher so I usually didn’t go much higher. Once I got to about 100 miles per hour I just really couldn’t go much faster or go so fast for very long. Most of the time I only flew about 7 miles an hour or maybe 25 at times but it wasn’t the main focus of my dream unless I had been on my feet for too long and got a bit scared I may lose my flight ability so I would take off just to make sure I could and feel once again the euphoria of being in the air. I woke up wanting to go back to sleep to fly some more. Oh and there was usually some kind of music playing at all times throughout the whole dream.