Gliding through the air, I am flying with my own artificially constructed wings of aluminum pipe. There does not seem to be any kind of fabric on the wings. As with previous flying dreams I am near the ground and by way of moving my arms and legs I gain altitude.
The place is not unlike my late grandparents rural Pennsylvania hometown. Houses are canopied by lush trees. During this occasion of flight gray clouds span the horizon. Sometimes I lose altitude and apparently swoosh over a crowd of people enjoying a public gathering. May be it is a public park?
I changed my leg motions and that explains the descent. An older man with gray hair looks up at me after I nearly kick him with my legs. So I tell myself that it's about muscle memory. You have to keep using the same motions in order to gain altitude. After that correction I rise again.
A co-worker from my job at Macy's notices me in flight and waves. I am now climbing at a great rate, so much so, I nearly touch the roof of the stormy looking cloud-cover. Since there could be lightning I make a dramatic dive towards the tree lined park. I dive so quickly that I brush against the tree-tops. as the top branches bristle against my stomach.
I level off and continue gliding. People continue their business.
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Reminds me of dreams I occasionally have about being able to jump really high, though with little control over where I land. In those dreams, like in yours, there are sometimes bystanders I almost kick or run into. Usually I don't really have a specific setting, though--it's more of a empty stage that I'm in. Hm.
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