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Dream journal: a recurring dream motif that I haven't had much lately is that I can fly by flapping my arms. There’s also a technique of simply pushing down in the air, sort of like how I swim underwater. In the dream I just had, I had this ability, not as myself, but as a creature who looked human but was really something else entirely.

In the beginning of the dream, I would sneak out to fly just for fun but was otherwise living an ordinary life. I had a job as some sort of teacher, I think of children, but there weren’t any direct scenes of that, just me keeping a journal about it. Interspersed in the journal were drawings and notes relating to my flying life.

There was something in the background about a repressive government and a motif was people in long lines to get through barriers that I was passing over while flying.

The real action began during one of these flights when people looked up and noticed me. There was a chase sequence through both open spaces and large warehouses where I sort of playfully kept out of their reach.

But then I escaped back to my office, and as I was writing in my journal I realized I was writing a goodbye letter. I never outright explained about being a different species but I knew it would be obvious from the journal contents, which I left lying open on my desk.

Then I took off. For a while I was flying free and happy. Then I realized I was being followed by a woman who was determined to track me down. Not necessarily in a hostile way but in a controlling way. There was another long chase sequence, taking place mostly inside a large elaborate building.

I could keep one step ahead, mostly by dint of doing things like flying up stairwells, or going through ventilation passages that could only be entered high up in a room. Eventually, when she’d chased me to the top of a sort of cupola, I was able to find an open window and escape. I skimmed away through the sky waving goodbye.

Analysis: My flying dreams often have motifs of dodging obstacles and working around barriers. A long time ago, a recurring motif would be flying through clouds and knowing there were high tension lines in them somewhere but if I could climb high enough I’d get above them and out of the clouds. I think that motif featured in this dream too, but mostly the barriers were due to flying indoors. Another feature of my flying dreams is how much effort it takes. Taking off is often slow and laborious and leaves me vulnerable to people on the ground. But there’s always a sort of surprised joy at being able to do it.

ETA: Sorry about the odd typos/auto-corrects (which I think I've fixed). I typed this up on the notepad function of my phone while still barely awake and then pasted it into the DreamWidth screen, but wasn't awake enough for proper proofreading.