“The Guide says there is an art to flying”, said Ford, “or rather a knack. The knack lies in learning how to throw yourself at the ground and miss.”
― Douglas Adams, Life, the Universe and Everything
I’ve been dreaming an awful lot lately, about flying mostly. I am someone who tends to have a lot of bad dreams and full-on, screaming-and-waking-yourself-up type of night terrors, so to have some nicer dreams about flying and being powerful is quite a change of pace. I used to dream about flying all the time – for a while there I was convinced I was actually astral travelling because I would experience and see things that were so vivid, and even go places and witness events that would later turn up on the news. But, of late, I have mostly dreamt of sad or painful things, break-ups and losses, death and monsters. So it is certainly nice to have a few pleasant dream experiences thrown in for good measure. Dreaming about flying has lots of different meanings and can be interpreted in lots of ways, entirely dependant on the dreamer’s life and current worries/hopes/stresses. As I seem to be flying along quite happily, apart from a few wonky starts or inability to get off the ground, I think mine are saying I’m feeling freer than before and that, fears aside, I am “taking off”. Something like that. It could also mean I am full of hot air and have my head in the clouds. Whatever. I’ll take a flying dream over a being-chased-by-a-blood-thirsty-demon/vampire/ghost any day. And the sooner I am free of the husband-leaving-me-again nightmares, the better. Those ones suck! Why don’t I get to have sexy Johnny Depp/Hugh Jackman/Robert Downey Jnr dreams? My subconscious mind is so dull and chaste! Even as a teenager I didn’t have those kind of dreams – while my friends were re-counting raunchy tales of somnambular trysts with pop-stars and actors, my brain was showing me fascinating images of things like exploding spleens (true story – I had a nightmare about an exploding spleen) and graffiti that multiplied and smothered the world. Also, the giant, evil pencil that I couldn’t hold on to whilst doing an exam. Cheerful stuff like that. I think it’s possible I should have sought therapy of some kind…
With dreams of conquering the world with my artistic vision (ha!), I tried making cards today but didn’t do a particularly good job (so I won’t show you – I have my pride!). I have too much else on my brain at the moment, I think. I’m off to Sydney in a couple of days for the dementia conference and I am focused on that (ie I am worrying about that) and all the accompanying plans and requirements. Once that is over and done and I am back here in Perth in my little house with no threat of real flying (the dream kind is ok, just not fussed on the actual in-a-plane kind), I will relax and get back into things. I did finish off my little clay quotes spheres/orbs (above) and I think they look pretty good. I’ve displayed them on my bookshelf. Next time I will make them bigger (these ones are like tiny marbles – why do I have to do everything in miniature?) and make more so I can display them in a bowl, maybe.
Gotta go and make soup for my lunch tomorrow and do some more worrying about my trip. I AM worrying but I am trying to temper that with “you’ll be ok” type positive thoughts. I’m getting better at those. Because I have to. Time I threw myself at the ground, or aimed for the sky – eventually I figure I will land somewhere and with a bit of luck it will be somewhere cushy and enjoyable. And devoid of enormous expanding pencils (I can’t help but think that one is slightly sexual in origin but I am ignoring that fact and pretending it means something about something less, well, phallic) or exploding spleens. Sigh.
Have a lovely week everybody. Fly and dream and, above all, love.