Last night I had a dream that I was flying through the air. I love these dreams when they happen.

This time, I was above the crystal blue ocean and I could see small rippling waves beneath me. I was directly above a motor boat and I remember at one stage being dropped quickly towards the water and feeling my stomach push up to my throat. It felt so real. It felt exactly the same when many years ago while in the Navy, I was “tea-bagged” hanging from a Seahawk Helicopter after just being rescued from a life raft in the middle of Jervis Bay as part of a Survival At Sea Exercise. At the time, I was grinning initially at the joy of flying through the air but that was short lived when the pilot dunked me into the cold waters a few times and shocked my system and completely drenched and heavy with water hurtling through the air to be dumped unceremoniously to a nearby oval rolling around in the dirt and grass. I think I was more put out being wet and dirty.

However in my dream I felt calm. Above the waters, despite the nausea of being dropped I felt safe.

Then, the scene changes.

I’m high above in a conference expo Hall and below me are stalls of computers, hardware, digital technology. I’m high above and looking down at it all. Flying from one corner of the expo hall to the other and getting agitated that there were some large digital screens getting in my way. I would deliberately knock on them to try and topple them over and thinking “I just want to be out above the sea again”.

Then I woke up but I had such an immense feeling of irritation. I didn’t want the dream to end – it was too soon. I wanted to go back to feeling that complete freedom again.

So I dropped off to sleep again but alas, that was all my flying for now.

(I recently booked an Indoor Skydiving 🪂 experience for my husband for his birthday. I’m a bit unsure if he’s going to enjoy this as it’s something very different to what he has ever done. If he doesn’t use the voucher, I’ll be going without a second thought!).