From: dicksilk@gmail.com   
      
   I realize this is "late" and as such, a LOT of detail has "evaporated," but   
   the dream from this morning was *so* wonderful that I wanted to share it, even   
   as late as it is....   
      
   The dreamer was in a sort of "outdoors" location, *as if* in a somewhat   
   suburban, somewhat field-type area, *as if* out hunting, or at least observing   
   wildlife tracks (such as rabbit tracks, possibly deer tracks) in the wet earth   
   (as if a soggy ground    
   had very little grass and was mostly dirt-turned-clay or mud) and while there   
   was *some* minor activity involved with that scenario (clarity 8-) it utterly   
   *pales* in comparison to the next scene:   
      
   The dreamer is for some reason "flying" through the sky: no craft, no sail   
   device, no 'chute, nada— just the dreamer, "flying" as if that's simply what   
   humans do— no wings flapping, no powered devices, nothing:  just flight,   
   perhaps "purely mental,"    
   but just flight, nonetheless.   
      
   The direction of travel was *basically* west to east (right to left) when   
   *something* catches the mind of the dreamer/flyer, likely the simple   
   observation / lucid clarity of "Hey, I'm flying!" at which point the dreamer   
   has some need to "land" for some    
   reason (and if it was clear in the dream, whatever reason there may have been   
   at the time of the dream was already evaporated / gone by the time I awoke,   
   around 4:30 AM-ish.)   
      
   So while flying (west to east) the dreamer executes a *wide* arc half-circle   
   downward, essentially landing facing west, although possibly south,   
   regardless, it was a graceful, *perfect* downward spiral arc from altitude to   
   landing.  In other words, it    
   was like a "C-curl," *rather* than a downward corkscrew, or *other* than a   
   direct descent as one would in a helicopter, and *other* than a linear landing   
   as one would make with a fixed-wing aircraft (like a plane.)   
      
   IF you wanted to use clock terms, the dreamer was "flying" at around, say, 500   
   ft altitude at the 12 o'clock position, curving in an arc downward (to around   
   250' at the 9 o'clock position) to the landing point (at 0' altitude, 6   
   o'clock position.)   
      
   I *suppose* a bird could make such a graceful arc-to-landing.  It is   
   *feasible* that someone could easily do such using one of those    
   lider-parachutes or gliding wing contraptions.  Still, there was *no* such   
   mechanical assistance in this dream    
   whatsoever:  the dreamer simply "flew down" in a graceful arc, and landed.   
      
   I'm telling you, this was the most beautiful "landing" I've ever experienced   
   in a dream.  Ever.  (To date.)   
      
   There *was,* however, *someone else* in the dream with whom the dreamer was   
   having a *brief* discussion, so *if* you happen to understand "quantum   
   realities" (like a "here & now form of you" can meet a "there-and-other" form   
   of yourself) then that's a    
   bit like what this encounter was like:  the dreamer was discussing the joy of   
   flight with another person who'd also been flying (perhaps at a slightly lower   
   altitude than the original altitude of the dreamer) and landed near the same   
   point (close enough    
   to have a chat, at any rate.)   
      
   The dreamer was saying *something* along the lines of:  "Do you ever wonder   
   what other folk must be thinking when they *see* someone else simply 'flying'   
   without any type of aid?"   
      
   I'm fairly certain the dream / event ended there.  Clarity 11 (from the flying   
   / landing) to 9- (for the discussion with the other person.)   
      
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