I used to be able to fly high in the sky, but I would wake myself before landing because i didnt know how to do it safely, later on the flying was lowwer, about 8 feet above ground, even later I could float around at will. The last of these dreams was years ago and I could only glide around like an ice skater. I believe this was showing me that i had lost a great part of my wonder and was being slowly grounded into logical and practical thinking. I felt like a child slowly accepting that there was no Santa Claus.
About Sleep
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