I have an amazing recurring flying dream. In it, I'm walking around in my childhood neighborhood, and I suddenly get the urge to run. I leap into the air and rise and soar, up to the rooftops. I sometimes land, look around, and then fly some more. Sometimes I go so high I wonder if I'm approaching outer space, lol.
It's always exhilarating. Sometimes during the dream I feel prideful that I possess the ability to fly. I wonder, perhaps hope, that someone will spot me taking off. Occasionally I feel frightened during the dream that I will suddenly lose the ability to fly and fall, but as far as I can remember, I've never actually fallen.
I'm away from my family on business right now, and I've been feeling a bit down lately. So the other night, as I began to drift off to sleep, I tried to put myself into the flying dream.
I found myself walking in my old neighborhood. I was about to start running, when suddenly I noticed a man approaching me in a threatening way. When he got closer, I saw that he had a large knife! I told them man "My parents are RIGHT behind me...they'll be here any minute!" trying to deter him. (I found this statement odd since my dad passed away a few months ago.)
The man did not back down. I started running away from him, and it didn't even occur to me to fly. I ran to my old childhood home (which has actually been destroyed by Hurricane Katrina and no longer exists) and my parents were home. (Weird, but I "felt" as if both my parents were there, but I only actually saw my mom.)
I ran around inside trying to make sure all the doors were locked. Suddenly the man was trying to get in through a window! I was terrified. We were struggling to keep him out when I woke up.