Sunday, October 05, 2003
My dreams are pretty shallow. They're usually about something I'm nervous or insecure about. However I keep having a reoccuring flying dream. It's not like normal flying though. Not like Superman. It's more like, being at the bottom of a swimming pool, and kicking yourself up to the top. The sensation doesn't feel supernatural in any way. It feels as though when I wake up I could do it. It feels like it's something you have to learn, not something gifted to you. And, per usual of me, these dreams are always accomapied by a sense of panic. It feels like my heart is going to leap out of my chest. This last flying dream was also accompanied by a shallow recurring theme of me beating the shit out of someone with my bare hands (I won't mention who). I've never felt so much raw anger. I want to break something now.