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I have flying dreams and I always like them. But I don't always remember how to fly - or am not very good at it. I run and jump and end up landing on the ground. Then I remember I have to pump my legs and arms and I'm good to go... but I get to high and freak out and have to land. I usually fly to get someplace quickly - but find I end up getting lost because I can't see what street I'm on sort of thing.
Lately I've been having disturbing dreams. Can't think of one right now but I wake up thinking - Oh my! Hope *that* never happens!
My favorite dreams are ones where I dream of my dead friend Leif. They used to always revolve around me telling him: I thought you were dead. And he'd respond. Finally he said - we've been through this before you know. Then I stopped having those dreams. Recently, I dreamed of my dead Grandpa and that was nice because I was able to say things to him I'd wanted to say but didn't.
To me - dreams seem to have a way of reflecting something inside somehow.
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