So sang Joni Mitchell in "The Silky Veils of Ardor," the last song of 1977's double-LP
Don Juan's Reckless Daughter.
Dreams are often thought of as being one of two things:
- 1.
Refractions of the previous day’s thoughts and
actions, while being filtered by the brain for dismissal or longterm storage
- 2.
Symbolic of conscious or unconscious desires,
aspirations, or fears
.... let’s not get into the whole supernatural malarkey of
dreams’ foretelling future events, shall we?
Option 1 is
simple observation. Who hasn’t had
something unusual or dramatic happen to them, which is often imitated crazily
in a soon-following dream?
Option 2 is
our consideration for today, friends – specifically, dreams of flying.
According to
one
writer,
... according to Freud's 1953 classic, The
Interpretation of Dreams, dreams of flying through the air reveal
subconscious thoughts of sexual desire, while dreams of failing to fly (i.e.
falling) through the air reveals thoughts of ... well ... eh ... also sexual desire.
Some people
just have dirtier minds than others, I guess!
(Quit
looking at me.)
I usually
subscribe to the idea that many dreams of being able to fly are a sort of wish
fulfillment.
We wish for
escape from a situation, or to be able to “rise above” life in general.
Of course,
we’ve always envied (from the ground) the perceived freedom displayed by birds,
as they seemingly drift carefree, ’way above us.
And other
aerial things seem once-removed from the troubles of Earth, too. In the words to one of my recent songs,
And
I wish to fly
Ride
in the sky
And
never wane
Above
my pain
Nowadays,
because of advances in visual arts and special effects, it’s a lot easier to
imagine yourself flying. We even
envision ourselves as flying like any of a bunch of superheroes.
When you’re
a kid, this often involves Mom attaching a towel to your shirt with safety
pins.
Similarly,
we can easily equate dreams of falling with a loss of control, or a fear that
something bad is going to suddenly happen.
* * *
But, I’ve
often had a somewhat different dream about flying, most recently last week.
Many of
these dreams begin with the joyful idea of being able to fly, just like the
happy-flight dreams.
But then something
bad takes over.
You see, in
these bad-flying dreams, I’m up there, but I can’t come down. No effort of will, or arm-flapping, will get
me coming down towards the ground, after I’ve left it.
Sometimes
it appears that I’m in danger of flying off into space. Other times, I’m just suspended in a kind of
limbo, disconnected from everything.
“Disconnected from everything.” In fact, that’s my best guess for the meaning
of this dream.
While I’m
got plenty of family, friends, and people to love and to be loved by, nevertheless
I think these dreams are inspired by the feelings of isolation sometimes
experienced by just about everybody.
Don’t you
ever feel as if nobody understands you? or experience the “imposter syndrome,”
in which you feel that folks wouldn’t like “the real you”?
No matter
what, I haven’t found away to banish worrisome thoughts or dreams, have
you? We’ll just have to be thankful when
reality is way better than the dream we just shucked.
“There’s no
place like home” isn’t always corny.
Sometimes it’s a godsend!
See you
next Monday.