When I was little I remember dreaming about flying. A lot. Normally like I was superman. I don’t think I was ever a bird. My favorite part of the Disney movie The Sword in the Stone was when Merlin and Arthur turn into birds. On second thought my favorite part is when they were squirrels jumping from tree to tree, and Arthur squirrel starts freaking out because real lady squirrel has the hots for him(Dylan and Rob, you should know I’m writing this despite my better judgement.)
Anyway I always had some obsession with flying. I remember day dreaming about what it would be like to be a bird, and telling my father that if reincarnation(I doubt I used these words) was a thing that I’d want to be an eagle. My father told me something resembling “Being a bird isn’t so great, some messed up kids throw rocks at them and hurt them.” I’m paraphrasing of course, but that’s a weird thing to say isn’t it?
I don’t dream very much anymore, I’ll have six months to a year of nothing, then I’ll have a month or two of vivid dreams every night. The last time I remember having a dream when I was flying was about eight or nine years ago, when I was working I tried to quit smoking and was on the patch. Apparently if you sleep with the patch on one of the side effects are vivid dreams. This wasn’t so much flying as it was running really fast. At one point my feet lifted off the ground and there I was doing barrel rolls running through the air.
I don’t get to have dreams like that anymore. Now my dreams are that I’m late to work. Dreams should not be that mundane. I can’t even remember the last time I had a totally off the wall dream. I think I’m gonna pick up a box of nicotine patches.
Anyway here are some birds… they’re flying.