First I went to drop off a boy at a Special Education Room. He had to hand in things of his to the teacher for his use later. Paul and I stand in line with him. I hold one of his things (Juicy Fruit gum?) I think he has a canister as well.
Paul and I then go to the church/monastery which is below ground. It has wooden pews and is dark/mysterious feeling. No one else is there. We practice flying around. We are only about 2 feet off of the ground, so more like hovering. I try flapping my arms and that helps. It feels great and I am enjoying myself.
We then go outside. Jill (cousin who died over a year ago) and her male friend were there as well as another woman. It is an open space like a field next to the monastery. Paul brags that we can fly and goes away, gets in a Cessna airplane and flies overhead (back and forth). I am unsure of myself outside about my ability to fly.
Jill puts salt in my hand to prevent me from asking her for money to get an airplane. I notice Jill’s pop which was on the ground got spilled.Paul comes back.
Feelings: happy, peaceful and then unsure
Daynotes: putting backsplash on the kitchen wall-very nervous about messing up!
I had read in Patricia Garfield’s book, Creative Dreaming, that often you have flying dreams before a lucid dream. This dream got me excited about that. Being out in the open, I became unsure about my flying ability, though my male has no trouble with that though he “cheats” and uses a Cessna. I like that Jill puts salt in my hand. I like that symbolism. Jill, in the dream, is in her 40’s and looks great. Salt-vitality of life? Protection? I wonder if Jill is telling me to not “fly high”, be more grounded? Practicing flying in the lower level of a monastery says to me that I am working on my spirituality, my inner life as opposed to being out in the world. That is what lucidity is to me.