It was a complicated dream, that took as it's source material many previous dreams.
Normally when I fly in my dreams I am lying on my back and fly feet first through the air, but sometimes I can float just a little above the ground in an upright standing position. When I float like this a foot or so above ground I can spread my feet out like I would on a surf board, occasionally I'll use a floating platform as a means of propelling myself along streets and through buildings. It is exhilarating.
When flying and floating my dream self travels through high streets that amalgamate locations from the cities and towns I am familiar with. I'll descend a hill from one town toward a shopping centre from another, or glide through the halls of a mall filled with stores from every city I've ever shopped in.
There must be some reason why I associate shopping and flying. But let's not examine that too closely.
Well maybe the credit crunch has got me down, maybe the connection is more concrete than I'd imagine, as last night I dreamt I couldn't fly.
The plot behind the dream was that a reality TV show was being filmed in my local shopping centre and the topic of that show was how some people fool themselves into thinking they can fly. I just stumbled on the show being filmed and saw as a guy with gull wings on his boots failed to take off in front of the crowds gathered around. The presenter explained how common this delusion was and asked if anyone else felt they could fly. I had to step up and show them what I was made of.
I'm sure that up until then I had been floating along as usual. Within the continuity of this dream I knew I could fly, I felt it was common place and I felt sure that I'd be able to set the record straight on the TV show. But when the cameras focused on my I couldn't lift my feet off the ground like normal.
The presenter spoke to camera and they ran footage of me from earlier showing me standing on a poorly maintained polystyrene float. Sliding around on the polished floors convinced I was flying. I felt foolish and disillusioned. The filming ended and the crowd walked away. I sat there feeling low and ruined, the guy with the gull wing boots was there two and seemed equally upset.
I couldn't tell you who he was, the guy with the boots, but I wish him well. When he said good-bye he shook my hand then those winged boots flapped and he just lifted off the floor and flew away.
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