Dreaming the Inconvienence

Last night I flew.

I hovered above a cliff’s edge, the ground below me green with grass and beige with stone. My legs extended below me, my arms outstretched comfortably on either side, I gazed over the cliff’s edge. Hundreds of feet below, the land cascaded out as far as the eye could see. Rivers disappeared into forests, hills rolled over meadows and birds danced above the treetops.

In the air I hung, having just glided to this point, elated by my long lost “flying” skill. Here at this cliff’s edge, however, I hesitated. Yes, it seemed as though the skill to fly had suddenly returned to me, but would it carry me out over this new expanse? There was but only one way to find out, my friends. And so, as my heart raced, my adrenaline pumped and my fear turned to sheer glee, I pushed through the sea of air and sailed out over the edge.

The crisp, clean air filled my lungs, the sun energized my every cell. I felt everything, magnified by the pure exhilaration of self propelled flight. Much like that red and blue caped God, I soared over the vast breadth of the land. Birds of the air and beasts of the plains looked to me as I chased the sun across the sky.

Then I stopped and, purposefully, I fell. The feeling of freefall embraced me as I tumbled through the heavens. Excitement exploded through my every atom and in that moment, I felt life.

Thus was my dream. Thus is my life.

For many a night I dreamed of flying. If a dream became a bore or I felt the urge, I simply ran, jumped and, just before face planting into the earth, I flew. I would soar high above my dreamscapes, escaping all that they had to offer, engaging in my own pattern of dreams, setting my own mark.

A soul must be free to soar, you see, or that soul will languish. My soul was bound by routine and the never ending doldrums of a waking world. So, in my dreams, it flew. Once life mirrored these dreams, the flying became intense, until, one day, in my waking life I had flown so high that I no longer needed the escape of a fantasy dreamscape. I lived a life so full of adventure, love, laughter, tears and pain that I had made being awake the dream, the escape.

It appears as though the time is drawing near to regain the altitude in my waking life so that I no longer need a world to escape to within my dreams.

To that end, I will be leaving. Not right away, mind you, but soon. I will spend the summer months playing in this sunny paradise that I now inhabit, as I do so love it here. But, come October, this man will fly. I will gain myself a truck, some form of road trip machine (such as a Four Runner or Land Cruiser) and I will drive this great land of ours. I will trip to locations that I have never seen in this US of A and then I shall venture south, very south. I shall take my hippie road trip machine and venture into Mexico, Guatemala, Belize, etcetera etcetera etcetera! I shall write, I shall video and I SHALL LIVE!!!

This entire adventure will be documented here, on this very blog. It will also be documented in (hopefully) numerous newspapers and magazines as well as some video doc site. My hope is to survive off of my writing income, settle somewhere in Latin America and continue this life that has caused my waking life to be the dream and my dreaming life the inconvenience.