A Short Flight to England

I’m at a social gathering of some manner, in a warm bright space. I decide it is time to leave so I say my goodbyes.

As I leave the space I am aware that I must go to England.

I find myself outdoors walking down a road. The road turns into a bridge that begins on land and disappears into the distance over the ocean. I walk onto the bridge but it  disappears below me. Below me there is ocean, the occasional island, and in time, several small aircraft. This draws my attention to the fact that I must be flying, and I have let my altitude get a little out of hand. For a moment I’m not sure what to do, I notice I’m holding something. I focus on it, it is a credit card that I am holding between the thumbs and pointer fingers of both hands. I stretch my arms out, aiming the credit card down toward earth and feel myself quickly accelerate in the direction I’m pointing it. The control allows me to drop down until I’m just skimming the water.

I approach land, the water gives way to grassy meadows and ponds. I fly low over one of the ponds, I’m surprised to see milky white fish walking around the pond, in the grass rather than in the water. One in particular has it’s spine on the outside of it’s body, looking very much like a piece of nigiri sushi.

I gently land just past the pond at the base of a flight of stone stairs. I climb the stairs, walk a few feet through what feels like a medieval town, then enter one of the houses.

There are more stairs,  I climb them and enter into a modern living room.  There is an elderly man sitting in an armchair surrounded by children.  They are all watching a huge flatscreen TV. They do not look my way as I enter the room.

I wake up.

Insta-ducks and Flying in Church

Last night’s dreams were very disjointed, but there were a few vignettes that stood out.

I’m on vacation, I have my camera and we are on a rugged coastline. As more detail comes into view I see a path winding down to the shoreline.  I follow it and come to the water’s edge. It is a rocky shoreline, and there is a large rocky island just out from the shore. There are the ruins of a castle on the island. The path that has brought me to the water disappears into the water and appears to emerge out of the water on the island. It looks like a person could walk to the island at low tide. A family of ducks paddles toward me and I consider taking a photo of them. As they get closer, I notice they already have an instagram filter applied to them. They are grainy with features that merge into brushstrokes. I spend some time trying to correct them back to their natural form through the settings of my camera. Someone calls me away and I turn back up the path.

I’m in a crowded church basement. It is a vast space with a vaulted ceiling, which strikes me as odd for a basement. I need to find the washroom, I’m advised it’s at the other end of the building, past of the crowd of people. I push upwards and find myself summersaulting through the air. I am moving much faster and floating much higher than I intended, I’m a bit concerned about the landing. The people look small below me and it’s very peaceful, other than the idle concern about sticking a landing with a full bladder. I’m in the air for a long time. I’m not in control of my speed or direction of travel, but I’m moving in the right direction. As I near the washroom I right myself so my feet are the first thing to land, and I gently set down at the washroom door.

I don’t clearly remember what else happened before I woke up.