The other night I had a very strange dream. It isn’t that much of an unusual occurance with me. A few disclaimers beforehand, I don’t do drugs, I rarely drink, and I don’t think I have any mental illnesses (well currently, LOL).
The Dream
In my dream I met a cousin (this cousin doesn’t exist in real life), whom I found very hot. He was wearing a lavender dress (yes, he) and was very wealthy. I had the distinct impression that he was a multi-billionaire in the dream.
We walked around in the palacial mansion for a while and eventually we went out to his private lake that was ringed with cliffs on the far side and sat on a grassy meadow near the mansion, directly next to the private lake at the waterfall point.
He put on a large feathery wing contraption (on his shoulders). This reminded me of Icarus with all the brown feathers. It seemed waxy somehow but I didn’t get to feel it. He got up on a unicycle and scooped up his little brown dog and rode off the edge of the waterfall and started flying, dog, unicycle, wings and all. Eventually he dropped the unicycle into the lake and he came crashing down shortly thereafter. The dog swam to shore first and then he arose from the water still wearing his lavender dress but the wings and the unicycle were gone.
We then went back inside his home and I picked up a lavender umbrella from the umbrella bucket thing. Normally my dreams don’t have a color theme going on in them but this was very odd. The lavender umbrella was the same shade of lavender as his dress. At this point in the dream I was suddenly outside. It didn’t seem that odd or abrupt though.
I opened up the umbrella and I started flying with it like Mary Poppins (I made this association in the dream too). And was having a grand old time. I then closed the umbrella and put it between my legs and could then fly like the wicked witch of the west (still an association made in the dream). I flew like the wicked witch and would brake like Mary Poppins in front of a huge stadium that had a glass window. I ended up going to visit my sister at an apartment complex she that only existed in the dream world and zoomed through her dream world apartment on the lavender umbrella.
I eventually went out the balcony on the second floor and flew through the trees doing loop de loops and such. An older black woman appeared on a balcony and started yelling at me and saying that I was wicked. I told her calmly that I sold my soul to the devil so I could fly. I flew some more and then landed on a tree branch perch and awoke.
So, anyone have any insight into this? I heard that flying dreams are classical sex dream imagery and somehow symbolize freedom of sexuality. But this wasn’t really a total flying dream either.
gay man if it matters.
It made me chortle like a wicked schoolgirl.