I had a
dream about balloons today.
The
balloons looked like hot air balloons but much smaller.
They could
fit only one person and were attached to a rope that was held by people on the
ground.
In the
dream, I recognized these people but can’t remember them in my awakened state.
I watched as someone tried without luck to get
their balloon to stay up in the air.
They struggled
greatly, calling out conficting messages to the people on the ground.
After
awhile they gave up, declaring that it was impossible to fly.
I wouldn’t
accept that.
When it was my turn, I instructed the people
on the ground to move in the direction I wanted to go until I had enough
momentum to move by myself.
I took heed
of the things that had caused the other person trouble and made sure to avoid
them.
I steadied myself on the ground before even
attempting to lift myself.
And then,
when I was ready, I rose gently off the ground.
I didn’t go very high but I was air born, nonetheless.
I remember feeling very victorious and
wondering if it was possible to go even higher.
Then I woke
up.
From this
dream I take several lessons.
Everyone
must live their own lives, but it’s wise to ask for help from others.
Be clear
and specific when asking for help.
Trust the
people who support you.
Avoid
common mistakes.
Make your
own way.
Don’t move
until you’re ready.
And most
importantly,
It is
possible to fly.