A dream about flying and levitating
This dream happened in so many parts that I can’t remember it in sequence. It was a really long dream. At first, I was flying, but it was in a kind of musical. The song was vivid at the time, but I don’t remember it now. I was flying in all directions, totally wild, and really enjoying it.
Next thing I knew, I was at my old school in the gym. There were two girls fighting over a laptop, and I had to save them for some reason. I grabbed one of them to stop them fighting, and pulled her away with all my strength.
Then I was at the school field and I walked over to my old friends James, Ben and Katie. They were hostile toward me and refused to talk to me. I have dreams like this quite often. In the dreams, I always see people I haven’t met for a while and they don’t like me. I asked them if they were going anywhere, and they mocked me and ran off to play together.
Finally, I was in the living room of my own house, kind of levitating, as I often do in my dreams. My old friend Jason was in the room, and I was levitating to show off to him, but it was kind of a trick, because nobody else knew that I could do it except him. When somebody else came into the room, I stopped floating so that they wouldn’t see.
Such a strange dream.
A dream about jumping
I had another great dream about flying. I think that I knew I was dreaming, so I was really making the most out of it by flying as much as I could. The difference between this dream and my others about flying was that I wasn’t flying away from anything and I wasn’t just flying up and up.
This flying was more like jumping, except I was jumping from one end of a football field to the other. I think I was in the village I grew up in and was just jumping back and forth, from one end to the other, with no real purpose except to enjoy the experience.
Haven’t you always wished you could do that? Like in The Matrix, when Morpheus jumps from one building to another. That was what this dream was like. Maybe it means I’m feeling more settled in my life as there were no feelings of wanting to escape, but just jump further – achieve?
A flying knight
I woke up at 6 a.m. this morning after having this dream. It was a strange one. I was lying in a field in a suit of arms, as if I were a knight or something. We were running through a rehearsal for some sort of performance, similar to in the movie ‘The Banquet’ when the main character rehearses his fighting performance for the wedding. As in the movie, I’d been double crossed, and there was a man attacking me with a wooden stick, but he was really hurting me, which he wasn’t supposed to be doing. He was only hitting my legs, but I could feel the pain in my legs even through the metal of the suit of arms. I was angry, and so I decided to get myself out of the situation by flying away.
I flew upwards and willed myself away from the man with the stick; I flew over some hills, over the green fields below, and I eventually came to a small village. I landed on a small path that had a row of old, wooden buildings on it. They all looked like the sort of buildings you’d expect to find in England in the 1500s or some similar era. I was approached by a Thai guy I know. This particular guy, in real life, works for Buzzin’ Mag. He spoke to me with a thick, Scottish accent, saying: “Let’s go for a bevy.” He kept repeating those same words in his newfound Scottish tone, and so I eventually agreed to have a drink with him and we went to one of the inns amongst the buildings. That was when it hit 6 a.m.
A dream about proving myself
In one of last night’s dreams I was playing football in a field with a group of people. It was a typical English field, but not one that I remember ever going to. The day was fairly overcast, and I couldn’t really see whom I was playing with. At one point I noticed that a guy called Ed Holden was in my dream. I went to secondary school with Ed. He was picking on in the dream me and being quite mean, and in the end, four of us who had been playing football started playing field hockey, while the others around us carried on with their game.
Ed was taunting me and I began feeling like I had something to prove. I kept missing the ball, but pretended like I was only practicing, as you do in golf. I got so pissed off with Ed that I launched the hockey ball so high into the sky that it went over the roof of a house. I watched as it bounced twice on the roof, and then came down the front of the house landing on the windshield of a car, again bouncing twice (four bounces in all). A great fear rose up inside me and the dream started to darken, both in the literal and figural sense.
I became aware that the house belonged to James Veale, who was my best friend in primary school. I was supposed to be staying over at his house, and now I was worried about what his dad would say about me cracking his car’s windshield (the car was red). Nobody had seen the crack at this point except me, and I thought maybe nobody would notice.
James’ Dad then opened the front door of his house and screamed: “It’s not just dirty! It’s CRACKED!” The fear I felt then was very real, and I did the only thing I could think to do, which was to fly away somewhere I could not be found. I hid somewhere dark, although I’m not sure where I was exactly.
This dream raised a number of issues. It was another dream with people in it whom I have not seen for many years. Ed Holden was someone I’d always liked, but I wasn’t particularly good friends with him. As we approached the end of school I thought he’d become a little bit arrogant, but he was a good guy. The one thing I still associate with Ed is a comment he said to me once about a girlfriend who had cheated on me. His comment was rather offensive, even though it was off the cuff. Having recently broken up with my girlfriend (who didn’t cheat on me), this could explain Ed’s presence.
Playing hockey was something I always enjoyed and was good at, but as I got older I began to feel more intimidated by other players, and my game slipped completely between year 11 and year 12. I was afraid to really play (especially with new people whom I was unfamiliar with) for fear of being made to look bad. My life at the moment is riddled with fear of failure in a world much bigger than myself. I usually put this fear to the back of my mind.
Attempting to prove myself to Ed in my dream may be me trying to prove myself to the girl who is most on my mind at the moment, as well as trying to show the world something about my abilities. Breaking the windshield and the subsequent fear could be linked to the fear I feel at the moment as I prepare to leave my job and maybe leave the country in which I live. I’m afraid to fail, and flying away was my way of hiding from the realities of life, which I have been doing somewhat by pretending that everything will be fine, when deep down I know there are many things that are rather uncertain right now. The dream was rather gloomy, so I’d say it represents something about my apprehensions about the future and about wanting to achieve, but being afraid to put myself into unfamiliar places for fear of failure or not being accepted. I think I also fear rejection by my ex-girlfriend, with whom I still speak every day.
I’m unsure why the car was red, or why the number ‘four’ made an appearance. Money, work, life, girls: those are four things I said were prominently on my mind just a few weeks ago. When I think of a red car, I think of something that stands out, particularly in Thailand where most cars tend to be dark in colour. Could the car be a part of me, wanting to stand out in an otherwise graying world?