Flying: something I wish I knew how to do.

“What’s something you wish you knew how to do?” I wish I knew how to answer questions like that for a start. I never know what information they’re trying to solicit, and I don’t like to be wrong. Are they asking for lighthearted thoughts, or is this a “probe the depths of your soul” kind of query?

Anxiety prefers concrete direction.

One thought sprung instantly to mind: I wish I took things more lightly. I’m not a go-with-the-flow girl. Woman. Whatever (if you knew the mental debate that went on there, you too would push for the increase in mental laissez-faire). The point I’m making is that intensity, and not ease, is my middle name.

This, however, is hardly news or even a problem new.

Something else I wish I knew how to do: fix people. But that’s a pipedream for another day.

I wish I could fly.

I could, once upon a time, or at least, that’s what the memories of the vivid dreams I had as a child made me believe. I was so sure. It felt so real. That is, of course, the power of the dream, and yet.

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Part of the reason I was convinced it was real was that learning to fly took a great deal of effort. I didn’t “soar through the skies with greatest of ease.” It was hard freaking work. I fell, and I fell a lot. And, it hurt. Dreams shouldn’t hurt.

I’d practice in the front yard, pushing off from the second step, slamming into either the concrete walkway or the grass time and again, before finally achieving hover. As I recall, it took ab work to stay airborne.

I didn’t flap like a bird to move; it was more a breaststroke kind of thing. And it remained hard: if I broke concentration for even a moment, I’d fall. Sometimes, I caught myself before impact. Sometimes, I didn’t.

I also dream-practiced in the house. I’d try and fail inside, too, leaping from my bed until I was able to float near the ceiling. I even got myself off the ground at school, though only once or twice in that location.

I never soared away: I didn’t explore the neighbourhood or fly the ninety kilometres to grandma’s house. It seems to me in retrospect that the dreams were perhaps less about the soaring and more about hard work. But I digress.

I don’t know how the dreams ended. I never woke before the end. [i] But dreams don’t need to conclude logically. The brain simply moves on to an elsewhere. Dreamworld logic also doesn’t hold up outside. For all that I want to believe I was the girl who could fly, certain features of my adventures make that impossible. Aside from the whole “flying” thing.

A world made of one doesn’t seem strange when dreaming, hard work to get airborne notwithstanding. Once I examined the “memories,” the oddities became apparent.

It’s a hard truth to face, that I’m not secretly capable of flight. I’m not interested in learning to fly a plane, either. It doesn’t feel comparable: hang gliding would be more like human flight, but in the real world, desires are balanced against fears, and soaring requires height. I suppose that’s why I pick “dolphin” when I end up in reincarnation conversations: I like to swim. Dolphins also seem happy in a way most birds don’t. Though I’d make sure to stay away from the briny very-deeps. I relate to ocean depths as I do to great heights.

[i] I often have recurring dreams. It was especially true in childhood and especially true of nightmares.

#Bloganuary 5: What’s something you wish you knew how to do?

18 thoughts on “Flying: something I wish I knew how to do.

    1. Likely the biggest challenge would be the money: oddly, I live spitting distance to various flight schools. Lucid dreaming would probably be the financially prudent choice 😀

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  1. This was such an amazing response and beautifully written. I was totally captivated by every word. I admire your writing and the honesty and emotion you inject into every sentence. New fan over here. Xo!

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  2. Lol. I found so many similarities between your posts and mine. We both thought we just had to practice hard enough. And we both want to be able to fly. You’re right – flying a plane is just not the same, but it would be somewhat of a consolation prize.

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  3. One of the saddest things I’ll think about is that I’ve never had a dream where I’m flying. Friends of mine have told me about dreams they had where they took to the skies, and I’ve always been so jealous. For some reason, that’s a place my sleeping brain just doesn’t want to go.

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    1. That’s interesting. I always find the myriad of ways that we’re different fascinating. So much the same, and yet equally unique. A conundrum. I hope you’ve had other recurring dreams you enjoyed.

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  4. I really enjoy your post as it brings me to being able to race on ground w/cars. this is like flying, but 1 thing if flying like this is knowing where you are, where you are heading, knowing how to move around obstacles and getting to the end without any wrecks! Thanks for your thoughts ahead of time! Have an awesome day!

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