When I dream I am flying I almost feel guilty at my complete weightlessness, my complete disregard for gravity. It is like none of the rules that apply to earth apply to me anymore, I am free from all the constraints of living a human life on earth. The emotional and cognitive experience is so rich and so clear in my mind that I can almost imagine that it was a real experience, that I have stepped through one of the quantum portholes that separate parallel realities and that my experience was indeed an actual one. I can never in any amount of poetic or prosaic words explain to you what it is like to fly. Firstly it is natural. I am never surprised at my ability to elevate above the earth and the moment it happens not only my body but my whole souls lifts up and flies. I am so accustomed to it that I no longer just stretch out my arms and move forward, I float on my back looking at the stars, merging with their buoyant love of the heavens and making it my home for a few minutes. I ‘fly’ backwards, upside down, sitting, whatever I feel like, but one thing is for sure, when I am flying I feel closer to God than in any of my other guises whether in dream or reality. I know that His/Her Divinity lives inside of me, that the knowledge of that Divinity will elevate me beyond all that is earthly and small and will make me a part, a significant part of a expanding universe. I float on the breath that God breathes out.