Dream log
17 sept 2025
i had a really weird dream. my dreams are usually very vivid, realistic and i can remember them (or at least, i remember what i remember, and i don't know what i don't remember.. maybe i'm only remembering 20% or less, but there's no way to know... anyway). i also have recurring dreams, or at least recurring themes. one of those is that when i want to get away from somewhere, something or someone, i 'remember' that i can fly and i fly. it genuinely takes effort, but it works. i've had countless moments where i 'remember' that i can fly because i remember my other dreams within the dream. i sometimes wonder when that started, i think it's a culmination of two types of dreams i used to have all the time: 1. ones where i jump from a very high building, free fall and then die, and 2. ones where i'm chased by a murderer and get killed. i haven't had any of those for a year or two now and instead i'm flying, so definitely an improvement.
anyway this dream i travelled back in time to visit my current love and i know i did because his hair was dark, but for some reason i think i was stuck there and i wasn't supposed to be there, so i escaped by flying away. the feeling of seeing everything below you get smaller and smaller is the best feeling in the world. i can reach anything i want, i can be out of anyone's reach, and the feeling of flying itself is something i can't describe. it's not cold but it feels fresh, i can feel the wind lifting me with every wing flap. there were only a handful of times where flying didn't work, but 80% of the time it does. i had a period where i had flying dreams almost every night and it made me look forward to sleeping.