Dreamland

My most favorite of all dreams is when I dream I can fly. Sometimes I am in a mechanical contraption that defies science but surprisingly I know how to operate it. Other times, I can just leap very far and very high. And, sometimes I can fly among the clouds and drop down in somersaults.

These dreams fascinate me and I enjoy them. I often wake up in an enlightened mood following these.

It may come as a shock, but I am frightened of heights. I cannot climb steep stairs without getting faint. I cannot look out of windows from several stories above. When riding in a plane, I must have an aisle seat. So why in my dreams am I so content and happy to be in the air?

Could I be enjoying a sense of freedom? Any thoughts?

~Enchantress