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I'M FLYING!!

I have been having flying dreams again.

No, don't get out the Freud.

It is pretty straight forward I think. Well, maybe not.

But, I did fly a lot for many years.

These dreams tend to be either 'get to the plane on time' dreams with variations on 'I don't have a ticket' to 'I don't know what the gate connection is' or 'I don't know where I am supposed to go, the office has the info'.

Or, they are merely flying. Getting on board and then flying; usually at a level just above, or even below, the trees. Sort of like a bus but off the ground.

I seem to spend a lot of dream-time with airplanes. But, they are not the only repetetive themes.

There are the occasional training dreams where I don't have the lecture notes or my slides. That is like the 'not ready for class' or 'never been to class and there is a test today' dreams.

I also have dreams about where I used to live. It turns out that there is still an apartment that I have at Hawthorne Place in Boston which no one else knows about. Hell, I hardly know about it.

I am not sure that I have the key and I have forgotten the combination to the mail box but I usually get inside. It is pretty nice for an abandoned apartment.

But mostly, it is flying.

What is best about the dreams is that there is no standing in line, the food on the plane is good, and the people are friendly. Just like the old days when flying was a bit like belonging to a club. Pre-de-regulation.

This is only a big deal because I usually do not remember dreams at all. They fade as soon as I wake. But the flying dreams, the training dreams, and the apartment dream are all old standards that replay over and over in a nice way. I know them from beginning to end. Familiar friends.