I’ve been having a lot of flying dreams lately. I usually don’t interpret it as just a dream while I’m having it. Its more like superhuman powers. I’m hoping it means there’s something new and wonderful in my life. But the dreams tend to be kind of creepy along the lines of the traditional view of the sublime.
When I originally thought of the living above the fog topic I was partly fantasizing about being a vampire who can fly above the fog and look down on the smudged cities and suspicious travelers. In the Masquerade fantasy games some of the vampires have abilities like that. I can’t help feeling it would be good for my back.
I once read about a monk who was a poor student but learned to levitate or “fly with the angels” around the church, to repair ceilings or light chandeliers or whatever. If nothing else, this sort of thing convinces me that much is possible with a sufficient use of imagination. If only life offered more handles to living a life of fantasy—without feeling like a child or a freak.
