It's one of those nights where I can't sleep. I thought about trying to WILD, but I'm not tired enough to do that either. So I decided that I would get up and babble away in my little journal here. And maybe I'll finally be tired enough to give WILDing a try.
Okay, so here were a few of my thoughts I had a few minutes ago while laying in bed. I was thinking about my LDs and how much I enjoy flying and how I just love the sensation of flying. I was pondering why I know how to make it feel so real when I obviously have never gotten to fly like that in real life. I came up with a list of things that I have done that may have helped me make flying real in my dreams.
Real life "Flying" experiences:
Flying on a jet--Wouldn't have helped with the flying sensation itself because it doesn't actually feel like flying at all. BUt it does help with the visual aspect of seeing the world from way up high.
Flying on a small airplane: Similar to the jet, but maybe a little more of the flying sensation.
Flying in a helicopter-- The best so far....especially when my friend who was flying decided to show off just what a helicopter can do. Wow...what a ride!
Swinging on a swing-- Even as an adult I still try to do this every once in a while. There is nothing that makes you feel more alive and brings back those feelings of childhood. I can't get on a swing without smiling or even laughing out loud.
Riding a motorcycle--The wind through your hair....Ahhhhh.....
Being on a boat in the ocean--up and down those swells, the spray of the ocean in your face, wind whipping through you hair. I will have no problem having an LD where I fly over the ocean.
I just thought of one more. It's too long to sum up in one sentence.
So here is a paragraph or two about it:
First off, I grew up in the big city. The only thing that kept me sane was an annual two week camping/hiking trip. When I first moved away from the city and to a place with nearby mountains, I could not stay away from the mountains. I was drawn to them. I had to go every weekend even if I had to go alone.
So here I was alone one Saturday morning up in a canyon doing some exploring. Suddenly this group of 4 young men pass by. We talk, and I find out that they are going to this cave. I thought that was really cool. They must have seen my look of envy, so they invited me along. I was very trusting and probably foolish, so I accept their offer. We spend half the day hiking to the cave entrance. It isn't until we get there that they tell me that this is a very dangerous cave and that we will have to rappel 180 feet into the cave.
My first thought was "I don't know how to rappel. I guess I will have to wait outside." But then the real me took over. I have never been one to back away from an adventure. So I decided to go in. We came to this tiny tunnel that was so tight that I had to stretch myself completely flat with my arms in front of me. I used my toes to kind of scoot me along. After I came through, the guys were looking at me with admiration and what they said has stuck with me since, "You are the bravest girl we know. No other girl we know would have done this."
Finally we get to the point where we have to hook up to ropes. Two of the guys go down beofre me. The one guy left gives me a quick lesson on what to do. He tells me that because of the conditions in the room below that they will not be able to belay me. That I will be totally on my own. Bu then he smiles and says, "But you'll be just fine."
So I hook up and head down the tunnel. It finally just opens up below me, and I find myself hanging by the rope. I am at the top of this huge domed room. I slowly let out the rope, practcing stopping and starting. I see two little lights below and hear faint voices that must belong to the two guys that went before me.
I start to slowly spin on the rope as I descend into the darkness. I can see the faint glow of my helmet's light shining on the distant walls. I don't know if I have ever felt such exhileration as I did right then. It was one of those monents that you wish could last forever. I remember thinking that I felt like I was flying.
To make a long story short, we got to the bottom only to find out that the jumars to help get us back up were not working. The three guys had to climb hand over hand back up the rope to get back out. But even in as good of shape I would have liked to think I was in, I knew I couldn't do that. The guys knew it too. They told me that they would pull the rope back up and tie an loop in the bottom so they could pull me up. So I stood there in the darkness as the rope was pulled up and away from me.
For the first time on this whole adventure I felt something close to fear. I realized that I really didn't know these guys. If they took off, no one would ever find me. I'd die..alone..and in the dark.
But they let the rope back down and pulled me safely up. We didn't get down the mountain until well after dark. That experience will forever be one of the best adventures I have ever had.
Wow...I guess that took more than two paragraphs. But that time of descending on that rope was one of the most powereful feelings I have ever had.
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