O Zephyr Winds That Blow On High...

"O zephyr winds that blow on high,
Pick me up so I may fly!"

~Isis, from the Adventures of Isis, 1975


It is said that reading opens the doors to new worlds, well the other night I dreamt that quite literally. In this dream, I was strolling along reading a book, and as I flipped page to page I found myself floating higher and higher with every step I took. I find it both interesting that I, first of all, am in the air in many of my dreams - never really with my feet on the ground, and then, that I'm not really flying about in the way that I would expect to. I assume after all my years of digesting issue after issue of Super-This and Wonder-That I would, in these dreams of mine, be flying about arms outstretched, my body horizontal just like every superhero (or supervillian) who has the power of flight. But, indeed, I seem to just step up into the sky as if my body had been converted into helium. It's usually quite tricky too - when there's lift-off, one must watch out for tree branches - and ceilings too, if one is indoors. The steering about in the sky is rather quite mental I believe, you really have to focus to fly left or right, up or down. The effort is usually worth it though - even if I do end up at some desolate swamp island terrorized by spirit mists, or to a celebrity benifit show where a tired, life-worn Janet Jackson might hire puppets to stand in for her, only to have herself discovered under the floor-boards of the stage.