RangerWickett
Legend
I awoke the other day after hovering in a haze of near-wakefulness. In my dream, I knew I was dreaming, and that I needed to focus on enjoying my flight if I were to stay asleep and keep the ability as long as possible. It was night, amid the backyards of a hilly, somewhat forested neighborhood, and all I did was leap high into the air, glide for a while, then try to spiral upward before gravity eventually pulled me back down.
It wasn't swift flight, not any sort of escape or desire to leave where I was. It was just a feeling of being uplifted and delighted in weightlessness.
Did you know I've experienced weightlessness before? At NASA. In high school, I and several of my friends were able to ride on the KC-135, the zero-gravity simulation plane. Just a few moments of weightlessness every minute. Thirty seconds of floating free, giddy, not even able to control where I floated in that huge tunnel of a plane. Just lightness. And then returning weight, but not any sorrow.
That was what the dream was like. I belong in the air, flying, not to go anywhere. Just because the joy I take in life is too incredible to stay tied to this solid earth.
Goodnight. Sweet dreams.
It wasn't swift flight, not any sort of escape or desire to leave where I was. It was just a feeling of being uplifted and delighted in weightlessness.
Did you know I've experienced weightlessness before? At NASA. In high school, I and several of my friends were able to ride on the KC-135, the zero-gravity simulation plane. Just a few moments of weightlessness every minute. Thirty seconds of floating free, giddy, not even able to control where I floated in that huge tunnel of a plane. Just lightness. And then returning weight, but not any sorrow.
That was what the dream was like. I belong in the air, flying, not to go anywhere. Just because the joy I take in life is too incredible to stay tied to this solid earth.
Goodnight. Sweet dreams.
