flying
I previously wrote about a dream about crows in August.
Now, I am back in this same room, which has two big windows and a small window (in the same frame) and the small one is covered with mosquito net for air to enter.
It is my office/work room; I am there looking out of the window from the middle of the room. I see two spiders flying towards the window (I absolutely detest and am afraid of spiders in real life). I am fascinated by this and watch in a kind of dislike but can't look away. They fly towards the window and as they reach it, they come through the net by turning into smoke, which comes through in a long column. At this point, I run into the other room where my husband and others are talking. I try to tell them that we must run away, but they don't and I watch horrified as they breathe in the smoke and become different somehow. Because I didn't run, the same fate happens to me - and now we can all fly. But we do so like something from these Taoist depictions of flying in a kind of martial arts knees bent/legs stretched out together in one direction - we look very strange and rigid. I wake up.
I feel it is connected somehow to the crows dream. I currently have two 'enemies'.
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