Flight

I dreamt I was flying again. Not Peter Petrelli flying, but flying and escaping from something.

Yesterday I dreamt I was in an armoured suit, impervious to the world around me. The armour was light as air but felt strong and metallic against my skin, and then these giant boosters lifted me off the ground and I jetted over the skies, flying loops and twirling like the wind set free. It was such an energizing dream I found myself wanting to drop back into bed and continue to fly even though it was time to go to work.

The frequency of these "flying" dreams have become quite high, and I'm starting to really enjoy them, despite the possibility that they may mean possible mental breakdown. The sheer exhilaration from soaring into the endless blue, twirling past office buildings and increasing speed, going faster and faster..

There was a phrase the Isamu, the lead character in Macross Plus said when he was asked what he thought when he was flying his plane. His reply was that when he was flying, he would look at the clouds streaming past him, and would feel the urge to increase his speed, going faster, faster, and faster, and eventually he would see something.. something.

I feel the same way.