I love this post! Of course it made me think of my own experience with dreaming, which is great fun. I’m surprised to learn Suzanne doesn’t often dream of flying (or maybe she just doesn’t remember). I often have flying dreams, which often, like hers, involve fleeing. Sometimes my pursuers chase me simply because I can fly. Regardless, even when scary, flying dreams make me happy.
One of the most satisfying dreams I ever had was incredibly violent. I was a teenager in my dream, leading my friends through a maze-like neighborhood, while a group of bullies followed and harassed us. I tried passive resistance, but the bullies wouldn’t go away. Finally, I turned and confronted the leader of the bullies, a girl, like me, but larger, a mean girl Goliath to my scrawny David. I grabbed the bully’s head by the ears and scraped her face off on a nearby chain link fence. I scraped her face like I was grating cheese, and I woke up just as I was finished.
I felt so happy upon waking. Like I’d been a hero in real life, saving my people from bullies and ruffians. I hadn’t intended to scrape anyone’s face off in my dreams, but hey, maybe dream villains should think twice before they mess with…
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