Flying dreams are rare, at least to me. But now and again, I do get them. Generally they are enjoyable, but there always seems to be an element of uncertainity/fear/menace/doubt attached. Flying dreams can easily turn into falling dreams.
There are different types of flying to be done in a dream. One sort is fast. You swoop. You soar.
One sort is slow. You float, just out of reach, of those below. Movement through the air is made by twisting and angling your body.
And sometimes you're not in control at all.
Once upon a time, I was riding my bicycle down Heath Lane in Willaston. As I came to the hump-backed bridge,
a car came the other way. That it was a Ford Cortina has no obvious meaning.
In desperation, I pulled hard on the handlebars, just as I reached the crest of the bridge, and suddenly...
I was perhaps 50 feet up in the air. There must have been some strength in my dream arms. I bet even Lance Armstrong (must have strong arms with a name like that) couldn't make a bike go 50 foot high off the crest of a bridge.
This was not really a flying dream though. I had no means of remaining aloft. I'd become seperated from my bike, and now I came back down again.
Fortunately, I landed in a bush, so I was OK.
driving lessons in Wallasey?