The Nights I Fly

There are nights when I fly. Really: I fly in my dreams.

There I be, a hero in an adventure, often leading others; or sometimes just doing a solo stint – and I think “Time to fly”, and up I soar, laughing and joyous. The wind swirls round me; my spirit flows.

I am amazed at my ability to command my body to rise – and it does. I can do aerobatics, but I don’t often do so – perhaps I am shy of showing off. Odd that- In Waketime I am not often shy.

I am like Superman. But I am not a powerful, handsome dude, and I don’t perform any miracles. Except I can fly – which is pretty Super miraculous. Can you fly??

The times I can’t fly are when I am anchored, bogged down, during Waketime/Real Time downers and busy times, trying to be “grounded” and “sensible”.

In my dreams, nobody else flies. I think we Nightfliers are rare. I know of a Superwoman who flies in her dreams, a Special Case, a rara avis

Come fly with me…

About Ed Medley

Ed Medley has been on a random walk for over 50 years. Many scribbles and snapshots at this site are from his vagabond transits; others are from his decades of international experience in geological and geotechnical engineering, academia, and mineral exploration prospecting.
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