Flight Practice and a New Perspective

I am dreaming and all of a sudden I am reminded of something and jump into a different dream. I am flying, and I feel semi-lucid (I usually will myself to fly if I ever become lucid in a dream, so I think the flying triggered the lucidity this time). I am zipping through the sky thinking, “Oh this is my favorite dream,” even though upon waking I had no recollection of ever having dreamed it before.

I sense that I have no body and that someone is with me. It is my father, and we are zooming and whizzing around the clouds, faster than jets and more agile than birds. It is truly exhilarating. We are enjoying our "flight practice," something that we do (in this dream) often together.

Then something grabs my attention and I find myself in the basket of a hot air balloon. I am back in my "body" again and feel disappointed yet still lucid. This little man, who looks a bit like Gene Wilder as Willy Wonka, is operating the balloon. With a mischievous grin, he pulls a chain and the fire makes a loud CUHHH! sound. The basket is very wobbly and we are barely missing the tree tops and branches and cliffs as we bounce precariously by. The balloon is lurching up and dropping down. I feel out of control and don't like it. I think to myself, "This is unnecessarily un-secure and I don't have to deal with it. I don't have to stay in this dream, I can be as big as the universe."

As soon as I think of this, my size just grows enormous and I fly out into the universe. Space and stars and planets are all inside me. I think to myself, "See, there's no reason to be scared when you're this size!!!" I feel really good. I wonder where the earth is and note that our solar system is somewhere way down in my left knee. The perspective was so liberating - all these little problems, close calls, and insecurities seemed so insignificant when you are the size of galaxies.