flying. swimming.

I admit to only during a cursory glance online for references on this and found none.

Last night, I had a lengthy dream. Not uncommon certainly, though it might be the first time I've had a Tylenol PM to sleep and really remembered my dreams the next day. The real joy of the dream was that I spent a good amount of it flying. Swimming.

I don't have flying dreams. I don't think I ever have had one.

What I do have are swimming dreams — swiming as flying. It started in 2000ish while I was at VCU. For several weeks, I had dreams of being in Pollack (the art building), walking down the hallways, kicking my legs quickly, like treading water and rising off the ground, slowly.

These dreams were common and real. So real, there was a few weeks where I utterly confused if it was reality or a dream. For a while, I wasn't sure if I had the power to fly by treading water through air. I'm not stupid; the dream was so compelling I sincerely couldn't tell if it was real or not.

Then these dreams mostly faded.

The past week or two though, these dreams have returned. Last week though, I found it wasn't simply that the air was like Jello-o to me, able to be overcome because of its thicker viscosity. This time, I found I was actually freestyling through the air, swimming horizontally, flying. Last night, I spent most of the dream in the air.

I spoke to a couple of people at work on Thursday — it turns out that one of my co-workers also has swimming/flying dreams. It's nice to know that I am not alone. But it is still strange.

And I don't understand the timing. I believe in both instances, things were/are good. But beyond a general sense of kicking ass, there isn't a lot in common with these two time periods. But, honestly, I'm so jazzed by these dreams. I really love them.