Flying Dream, Analysis

My dreams are so much more than anything, in life. That statement in itself, is most interesting! Maybe a bit of "I'll take you there!" If I can't get what I need in the daily grind, at least I can experience what I need in my dreams. (Sounds kinda, like reading a good book!)

Once upon a time I enjoyed fishing, something held over from childhood! A way, to get away, relax, not a care in the world. Has nothing to do with fishing, just away and free. I grew tired, of the evidence of humans, leaving their trash and such. It was no longer a boy, and his dog.

The first remembrance of the last dream, was me at the ol' fishin' hole. My favorite place to enjoy nature, and maybe catch a fish or two. I never kept them, it was just the experience. I reel my pole in and a wadded up chunk of fishing line, some one had left behind, irked the hell out of me. I get up and take a walk along the bank of the river and through a field of tall beautiful green grass ready for the first cutting of the season, swirling in the strong summer breeze. The feeling of complete contentment floods my soul. The warmth of the sun, the wind caressing my face, I close my eyes. I take off running at full speed, I'm being lifted up, my arms are now wings carrying me, I'm a bird rising slowly above the field. The view so strikingly different, from my new perspective. My arms, now wings, lift me. I feel every feather, every cell of my new body, the sensation is amazing, my gigantic wings soar, lifting me higher and higher. I move effortlessly, using the wind and my beautiful new wings. I was a giant hawk with a human brain, an experience like non other in dreamland!

I wish to get out of this clearing. For the first time I realize these are not the trees I looked upon as I began my walk. These trees are mighty redwoods in their height, but strange massive limbs shooting out like an old oak tree. There are no leaves on these trees and the braches are the color of sycamore trees. They seem to be growing higher as I pick up the necessary altitude to clear them. I wish to soar beyond this meadow and experience other parts of my new world from high. The trees are challenging me, trying to keep the man/hawk within the boundaries of the meadow. I struggle and finally clear strange trees. I'm up high above all, looking at the farmland and the fenced fields, so breathtaking, something I've never witnessed before. How could I? I've just grown my wings. I glide about, taking it all in. I fly close to several of the old fashion barns, in the barn lots were humans, so much larger than normal, perhaps 25 times their normal size! Remember now, I'm a hawk the sixe of a man, with a hell of a wing span. The humans are the stock, penned as farm animals.

It's at this time I wake up.

TO FLY ABOVE OUR WORLD, SHOWS A NEW PERSPECTIVE. WE'RE ALL ANIMALS IN A BARN LOT, RAISED TO MAKE MONEY FROM, TO BE LEAD AROUND, AS THE 2,000 POUND BULL, UNDER CONTROL, WITH MERELY A RING THROUGH IT'S NOSE!

Whow-wee! I just bet ya, without that ring through his nose, he would be a hand full, heah? GLEN