My good friend (I'll call him HERB) has Aladdin-like renditions when he hits the hay. As we sat around his living room the other night exchanging stories, I brought up this blog.
We got into talking about flying dreams. The last time I remember having one of these exhilarating dreams was when I was quite young. From the tiny bit of research I have done on dreams, flng dreams mean that you have accomplished something. Does that say a lot about where I am right now? Shit.
Anywho, HERB was telling me that he dreams about regular situations, like the one we were currently in at the moment. He will be standing around a group of people, talking, minding his own business, then he'll sit (or what seems) in Indian style, with his legs crossed, but the catch is that he is not actually sitting. Instead of his body lowering itself to his legs and resting on the ground, his legs will raise themselves to his chest. As he floats at the same height he was standing, he'll lean forward and carry himself in the direction he wants to move.
Is this considered a flying dream? Definitely. HERB is floating, flying high. Apparently he has done something right.
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