Flying = Confidence and Self
Esteem
Dream and Interpretation by Larry
Tucker
lartucker@hotmail.com
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I had this dream after coming out of a period of financial and family
difficulty. I have always dreamed of flying as far back as I can remember.
I do not, at this time, take any special steps to invoke dream situations.
I had been "down sized" out of a job and I had moved my family
to Arizona from the Los Angeles area for a better life. I was "flying
high" in my new two story house with pool and spa, when Boom! I was
unemployed. I could not find a job that paid near what I was making. I did
not notice it at the time, but I had quit flying in my dreams. Things got
worse and worse until we had to sell our beautiful new home for a loss.
We lived in apartments.
My son was born just before we moved to Arizona. After he was about a
year old his weight was getting way out of hand. Nothing we did seemed to
help. He was suffering from sleep apnea. Eventually, my son was diagnosed
as moderately to severely mentally retarded. My wife and I think that oxygen
depravation was what caused his developmental problems. He got sick a lot
and was in the hospital with pneumonia many times. We had no health insurance
much of the time.
When I finally did find work, it was low paying. I was very depressed.
I guess I was feeling weighed down by my sons problems. His health problems
prevented my wife Diana from getting full a time job. She wanted to help
too, but could only do those things which you could do from the home.
Finally I got a job which allowed me time to go back to school. I began
studying programming and network administration. I was about to get a certificate
in the network administration when I had this dream. I guess I was feeling
better about my self and that things were about to get better.
Soon after that, I got a better job with substantially more money. That
was a bridge to an even better job at Intel. Now things are better than
they were before this began. Every one in my family was strengthened by
the struggle. We are all wiser and appreciate more, the wonderful things
we do have.
My Dream
I was at my mothers house. Both my sisters and my wife and children were
there too. They were all watching me fly around the room just below the
ceiling. They were all so happy for me now that I could fly again.
Both of my sisters wanted to know how I did it, and if I could teach
them. I told them it was easy and if they stepped out front I would give
them a lesson. As we stepped out into the front yard I told them all you
have to do is jump into the air and just keep going.
My oldest sister Lynda tried it and was fairly successful on her first
try. She flew low and slow but was doing very well for her first lesson.
The other sister Barbara was having more difficulty. As I was busy trying
to teach her to fly, my daughter screamed because my son had managed to
sneak off. He was about to step into the street into the path of oncoming
cars.
With all the speed and strength I could muster, I flew to him and managed
to lift him above the oncoming traffic and into the air. I had never dreamed
of flying holding someone else before. I struggled greatly, but soon managed
to find a position where I could manage to hold him. He was seated upon
my stomach while I flew upside down.
Everyone was elated that I had saved him. I decided to take him for a
pleasure flight. We flew to a nearby city where I flew around showing him
the sights. We soared over buildings and through the concrete canyons. |
My Interpretation
I had scripted all of this years ago. This scenario was always one of
my fears because a similar thing had happened to an acquaintance in grade
school. Right down to the age his father was when it happened. The difficult
period lasted about the same length of time.
I attracted these problems because I needed their gifts. We all grew
from dealing with the adversity. We grew closer as a family. We were fortunate
because no one lost control and turned to abusing any one or any thing.
I fly because I am confident enough to. When I lost confidence I could
no longer fly. When I got my self esteem back, I could fly again. Even before
things had actually gotten all the way better, I knew they soon would. It
was at that point the dream occurred.
I have dreamed of taking my son along on several more occasions, but
can only recall bits of them. The symbolism of saving my son and then soaring
with him is obvious. I guess I felt his problems were part of the challenge
I had to rise to. I am grateful he chose me as the father who could help
get him through the challenges he has set for himself.
He is still developmentally delayed but is improving steadily. He is
diabetic and asthmatic and attends school with the "special group".
We control both his diabetes and weight through diet alone. We were able
to get him off insulin and then off pills. I don't understand how he maintains
his weight. But that too is slowly getting better. With all she has done
and accomplished with him, I am surprised my wife does not fly, too.
I have read all of the Jane Roberts/Seth books and have interest in doing
some "dream-art scientist" work. I speculate about what "dream-art
science" might do to help him further. | 