I had such a great time this last Tuesday with a group of dynamic and fun women at the Welcome Neighbor Club luncheon. They let me talk about dreams and dreaming for over thirty minutes, which was longer than the time I was given. I heard great dreams and got wonderful and intelligent questions from the group. The experience gave me a high that lasted the rest of the day. As I told them, I could talk about dreams all afternoon if they’d let me.
I heard from several people a common dream theme: flying. What does it mean to fly in our dreams? As usual, it depends on the other details. Are you flying in something that would be possible in waking life? In a plane or glider or balloon? Are you flying in a conveyance that is unexpected, like a dream of driving your car and suddenly the car is flying? Or are you flying all by yourself without any aid? Are you able to control where you are flying and, maybe more importantly, how you land? Are there obstacles or dangers as you fly? All of these details give some clue to the message of the flying dream.
Generally, very generally, flying dreams can mean several things – sometimes simultaneously. Remember, dreams are not either/or; they are both/and. Flying can be something like transcending the world and it’s cares. Now this may be a good thing, just what the psyche needs to put those worldly cares in perspective. A flying dream may be doing just that: allowing the dreamer to see things from a higher, longer view. And, at the same time, such a dream, depending on the other details, may be a warning not to be too far above it all – to once again get grounded, back in the trenches. Sometimes a flying dream is a warning that the dreamer is flying too high in relation to a specific situation. Perhaps the dreamer is too confident or too set in the rightness of an opinion or stance. Then it is something about hubris – that Greek idea of the pride that goeth before the fall so beautifully illustrated by the myth of Daedalus and Icarus. Daedalus fashioned wings of feathers and wax for himself and his son, Icarus to fly off of an island to which they had been banished. The father warned his son not to fly too high as the sun would melt the wax holding the wings together. Icarus took off and was so entralled by the experience, he forgot the warning and flew higher and higher. The old man’s warning was right; the wax melted and Icarus plummeted into the sea. So, in your flying dreams, are you getting an much needed new perspective? Or are you flying too high?