I hate that it’s basically what I do in most of my dreams
Dream Me used to be able to bob along gracefully through the air, feet first on their back. I had a rough, uh, let’s just call it decade and I spent a year learning how to lucid dream. Then I enjoyed it so much I didn’t want to do anything else.
I had to stop because I was spending more time asleep than awake, and well I lived in Utah that was probably a better choice than engaging with my neighbors. That’s neither here nor there. Moved to a healthier locale, have less reason to hide in Slumberland. I haven’t tried in gods knows how long, and I don’t really want to. All that power and control can be addicting. But I miss flying.
OOGA-CHAGA
My dad has been trying that a lot recently and it’s only landed him in hospital.
No sir, you are not “learning to fly” you are in the Elderly Care Unit.
As long as he didn’t forget his towel!
Hell yeah, someone caught the reference
I’ve been telling people for years about the trick to flying but no one ever gets it.
What a coincidence, I’ve been throwing myself at the ground for years!
Have you missed yet?
🤕 I have not.
Is Douglas Adams that obscure to the kids these days?
Yes
I weep for the youth. There’s few people that can turn a pithy phrase like that dude.
There is an art, or rather a knack to it.
“And in his astonishment, Arthur missed the ground completely and bobbed off into the air with his brain singing”
