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  • As you brought up the topic of fish not being able to fly in Mairea Ca'lia's intro thread, I am reminded of a dream I had many years ago where I was flying human-pedal-powered ultralight type of plane that 'flew' like a long flexible fish. If I can find my old copy of it, I'll share (if you're interested.) :-)
    Gryneos
    Gryneos
    Okay, this is from December 11th, 2007, and is a fairly detailed account of the dream. I hope it's not to long to post here (at 964 words.) Anyway, I hope you like what I was able to record about the plane, too :)

    Human-powered flight dream – 12/11/07

            The parts I remember the most starts with ‘us’ getting ready for a flight of a type of ultra-lightweight and very large human powered planes I’ve dreamt about before. I was in the hanger in a bit of a panic since everyone was waiting on me. “Everyone” being a few I didn’t know, but also Ian from work (he’s the owner.) I wasn’t going to take any of my own things at first, then grabbed my jeans and wallet and put on these green coveralls they supplied (because it gets damp in the clouds.)

            I don’t remember takeoff or the first flight or even the landing. Our purpose was in delivering some kind of patient/admin information between hospitals. I got to the destination long before anyone else and even had a nap. When I got up, the rest still weren’t there but there were other men and women, all eating when I came in. Upon my concern about where the others were, one woman and man started to pull this skinny piece of electronics out of a bookshelf. It was long, too! It seemed to be on a 2x4 that was at least 10’ long. They had a support that folded down underneath at the end of it and used the device to ‘see’ or otherwise detect where the others were. It had vacuum tubes and did not look very high-tech in the least, but the feeling overall was of modern times. I think they learned quickly where the others were, so I went outside.

            The place I was at was way up high, like on a mountain peak, so it was foggy outside and kind of dark. Not nighttime, just fog-darkness. I was on my way to my plane when the others showed up. I remember Ian going inside and even saying something to me (probably a greeting as he seemed happy) but I’m not sure what was said. They went on inside to leave me getting ready to leave once more. I don’t recall taking off, though there was a feeling of the planes being ‘docked’ like dirigibles.

            I left that place and soared high away from there and the fog or clouds. When I flew to an area with fewer clouds, it was still mountainous. There was a city in a valley in the distance, as seen from between two peaks. A small suburb/development was below me. The mountains were a rich dark green from trees and whatever other growth but very calming and tranquil. There were wisps of clouds around their tops, but otherwise a clear day. The city was a modern one, and I even remember seeing a modern passenger jet below me on approach to their airport. I knew I was outside of their flight paths and that I did not need to worry about any of that. Plus, I had no radio in the kind of plane I was in.

            I began to notice just how I was flying as I circled the rectangular/oblong suburb and hill it rested on below me. The plane was very large in that the wingspan was the largest part. The plane was pretty much the same as in that older dream; the planes’ wings spanned the width of a (US) football field (150 feet) but were very lightweight, almost diaphanous. The color was a kind of dark lime. The fuselage was skinny and not too long. There was no propeller; I propelled the craft with my feet, like I had flippers on. It was like I was ‘swimming’ in the air. It was a very efficient means of powering my flight. I have an image in my mind now of a ‘tail’ like that of a mermaid but much wider and thinner, like that of a kite or windsock. It just had enough ‘structure’ to it to allow me to undulate it as my propulsion. I did seem to have some kind of hand controls and there was the feeling I had instrumentation but I wasn’t looking at it. I was in awe of my flight, the scenery and of just being in the air like that. It is a feeling I will remember for years, like the centaur dreams I’ve had in the past. I would not say that the plane was an extension of “wings” as if I had them like an angel or a fairy. I was most definitely in a plane of human construction. It had an inner structure, just of materials very lightweight yet strong enough to allow for powered flight and keeping the overall structure for everything a plane needs to remain a plane.

            As I circled around the hill the suburb was on, I let my altitude drop and had to ‘swim’ higher once more and got back up again. I interpreted the area I was in as either being Southern California or like it. (I had watched a video the night before that had some part of Spain, I think, and all done from a helicopter including views very much like what I had in my dream; here’s the link: youtube.com/watch?v=R2vTKzyt07o || The link is dead, but it was a video of a Mike Oldfield song, just with nice aerial imagery.) The mountains were just all wrong for it being Southern California. Still, movie stars lived there and I think I landed on one of the beaches. I don’t recall as much here as it does not compare in feel to the previous portion of the dream. I did seem to have a smaller version of my plane on my back with some male movie star commenting positively about that kind of flight. I tried to take off again after that but could not manage to take flight again.
    Shezep
    Shezep
    That sounds pretty awesome. :) 

    It reminds me of when my dad used to fly glider planes, the ones with no engines. They get towed into the air by another plane and then glide on their own. He had a pilot's license but never wanted to risk taking me up with him. 
    Gryneos
    Gryneos
    I've never been in a glider, yet for some reason, I get them in dreams from time to time. It's almost a common theme for me. A long time ago a pilot friend took me up in his Piper Cub, and that was fun, just low-altitude flying :)

    I'd love to go up in any kind of glider, whether towed or hang-glider type.
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