dreams of a better reality

[katster]

I remember flying.

It's a trick of the light, I suppose. A human being cannot free themselves from the tug of gravity by themselves, but nevertheless, my memory of flying is quite clear, as if one afternoon I walked out of my house and catapulted myself skyward -- as free as a bird, if you'll pardon the cliché. It had to have been a dream because human beings can't fly on their own -- they need technological assistance to hurl themselves into the wild blue yonder, but in my more introspective moments, I wonder if it could have possibly been true.

And remembering those moments of freedom causes a bit of melancholy in the soul. I flew. I know I flew. But I can't do it now, and that is always a weight on a soul. I don't remember dreaming it; I logically conclude that it must be a dream because the times when I am awake, I am stuck to the ground as a magnet sticks to iron.

But I want to believe that I have once stretched skyward and was free of the surly bonds of gravity, no matter how unreal that possibility. And of course, I want to do it again.

But I am not a bird nor am I a superhero, and my life is mere ordinary. Somewhere there is a door to a better reality, and once, I think, I have been there. Sadly, though, I am not there now.

So gentle readers, tell me of something you remember that cannot be true; of a moment when you were in that better reality and only have your memories to remind you.

Comments

[macklinr.livejournal.com]

I have a similar flying one, except that instead of pushing myself off the ground, I just remember one day being able to walk on air. I was in upper grade elementary at the time, I'm pretty sure. Never could shake how real it felt.

That's the good false memory I have. I also have a bad one, which is a freaky reminder that our memories are fallible and fall prey to suggestion quite easily.

[tropism.livejournal.com]

"But I am not a bird nor am I a superhero, and my life is mere ordinary."

Your life is not merely ordinary; it's got me and Zib and others in it, and that makes it far too strange to be classed as merely ordinary. ;)

[glinda-w.livejournal.com]

There's a town I know I've never lived in, with a divided main street with trees in the central thingy; big old elms. It's not any of the towns near where I grew up, but it has the feel of home, more than anywhere I've ever been.

Bittersweet, y'know?

[jennkitty.livejournal.com]

I used to have flying dreams. I know they were dreams, but they were so realistic. I haven't had them in years, since I lived in my parents' house.

In some of them, I could only fly within the confines of my back yard. If I went beyond the vertical extrapolation of the fences, I'd fall. I know they were most likely tied to my bond with my parents and my need for independence.

In the others I flew simply by flapping my arms forcefully enough, and went ridiculously high, usually to be alone or escape.

There's a few years where my depression got so bad, that I don't actually remember that much from that period of my life. I've apparently voiced false memories to people who have known me since then. There are other things I falsely remember, but they are snips and glimpses.

very thought-provoking.

[dalcassius.livejournal.com]

I unfortunately don't have any memories of incredibly vivid dreams. There was a nightmare that I could have sworn was more than my imagination and I'm fairly confident was a recurring nightmare for a short period. At the time it freaked me out a bit, but now I'm just curious as to what set my mind in such a fashion.

Not exactly related, but ...

[vacheestfachee.livejournal.com]

I have these strange moments of déjà vu. Like, I'm walking back to my dorm room from the cafeteria with some friends or watching my roommate play video games I've never played before or driving past a random barn ... and I know I've seen (or done) this exact same thing before.

I don't have an explanation backed up by anything, but I've always surmised that I dream random bits of my life ... and then later find myself in them.