I am having a flying dream.
Body upright, chest puffed out - I always take more of a jet pack stance. I'm no parallel-to-the-earth bird imitator! I'm no Superman! But I do I have the power and it's awesome.
I'm not one to remember my dreams but when I do and I'm flying in it, I feel like I won the lottery, got an extra slice of cake.
I keep my arms by my side and use the left hand to steer, like rudder. It's a good technique, nice and compact for city living.
Here's what's funny about my flying dreams: they're rather mundane. I'm doing my same old errands - picking up dry cleaning, dropping off shoes at the shoe repair. Nothing is grand. Nothing.
Except, perhaps, how I feel inside. Expanded and calm. Leading with my heart. Not a care in the world.