The following is from 12 June 2010:
As is normal I had a lot of flying dreams growing up. That is to say, they were trying-to-fly, jumping-really-high, and falling dreams. Over the years I seem to have improved my flying skills, and for some time I’ve had more dreams where I actually fly, although I don’t have flying dreams that often anymore.
Tonight I had a dream where I was standing in the street talking to some people and they mentioned somebody who could purportedly fly, and they were a little skeptical about this. It’s actually not that hard, I said, and willed myself to levitate ten feet straight up in the air. Then I twirled around a little, keeping my body straight. While upside down, I made myself plummet straight down towards the ground. A slight feeling of fear as I neared the pavement, face first. But I stopped just in time, spun around and landed on my feet.
Next I wanted to fly up in the sky, but I hit a vast wooden ceiling instead. I broke through (with some hesitation about ruining the roof). It seemed then I heard from the people on the street that some group had built the ceiling to shut the sky out. Further up I hit another ceiling, and broke through it. I really wanted to reach the sky, but kept hitting wooden ceilings.