I am in another country. Rugged mountains descending to the ocean below. The shore is a place where people gather, mostly for recreation. There are few people, individuals, who come to have a specific experience. I have this experience alone.
I watch others leap into the crystal deep blue sky above the ocean and begin to fly directly west, in the direction of eventual sunset. They fly with no efforts. They fly toward a lighter patch of sky that appears to be blue with wispy clouds in a random, but slightly swirling pattern. Below is a rocky island, mirrored under that different patch of sky. A few stay there circling near and beneath the lighter patch of sky, and several return.
Their flight is absolutely effortless. They return and land on the rocky beach, usually landing in the water near the beach, I think, and emerging on the rocky shore. I become more and more intrigued about these people flying so effortlessly into the sky, neither too hot nor too cold. Perfect.
I decide I want to try this, but there is no one to teach me so I just watch the others. It appears that they just leap and something in the air carries them and they are flying, high above the ocean but clearly within sight of the ocean and the land.
I leap. The air catches me and I begin flying. There is no effort. I am both flying and being carried, a perfect blend of autonomous, desired intentional flight and being supported. I am flying in a flat, forward facing position, stomach toward the ocean. Sometimes my arms reach out in front of me and sometimes that are at my side. Sometimes I close my eyes for a number of seconds and simply feel the air moving around me, feel my body movement through the air. It is blissful.
My body feels perfect, healthy in every way. I continue flying toward the lighter spot in the sky, but with no sense of urgency to reach it. I see it as special. Perhaps it is a portal, but I have no idea. I have not seen anyone fly up through it.
I fly farther and farther from shore.
As I close my eyes again and again for short periods of time, I start having a new experience. Instead of feeling the air rushing past me I start to feel less and less wind. I am not slowing down but some the air around me is equalizing, so that I come to feel a sense of complete stillness. My body continues to fly toward the lighter swirl of clouds that break up the deep, endless blue of the sky but there is no sense of movement, only complete stillness, like being suspended and completely protected or encased in air moving at exactly at the rate I am, like you would feel in an airplane, the air moving with you and so you don’t feel the air that is rushing past on the outside of the plane.
The sense of stillness is disorienting, especially when I close my eyes. Like I can’t tell what direction is up or down because I feel so profoundly still. I am getting closer to the opening in the sky but not actually there yet. When I look, I am still moving in the same direction of flight in and same position of flying.
When I go to stretch my arms out ahead of me, they encounter a fierce wind pushing back against them. It is relieved when I put my arms back next to my sides so I leave them there. I decide to turn and go back to shore. In the stillness, I flip around a bit trying to orient myself in the correct direction and position. It is a bit unnerving and scary to lose my sense of orientation but as I begin to fly back things feel normal again. I head back toward shore. Flying back is also effortless but I feel the movement of air against my skin as I fly.
I am experiencing bliss. I feel like I have experienced God. I come in and land gently in the water just off the shore beach, I walk out of the water. I strongly want to share my experience.
Beth’s Dream: May 2, 2021
I had this dream experience shortly after my diagnosis, which occurred on April 21, 2021.