Okay, now this is serious business.
Well, sort of.
Just like any other human, I have all sorts of dreams, from the mundane to the weird.
My favorite dreams are those where I, by chance or accident, outwit people who think they're smarter than I am, but never mind those dreams. Dreams involving espionage and counter-intelligence too, but never mind those dreams.
My dreams tend to be in wide-screen Technicolor.
Music, or what I imagine is music, but no dialogue.
Anyway, the most common sort of dream--and the past several months, they've gotten frequenter and frequenter--is where, in no particular situation or setting, I find I can jump half my body length, say a little over three feet, into the air, and slowly glide upward, to about twice my body length. I float, not soar, and can twist and turn and somersault, and then gracefully come back to the ground.
After which I do it again, floating, coasting, gliding, twisting, turning, weightless as the air itself. I'm never in the air long--it's not like I'm flying from Omaha to St. Louis, for example--but long enough to do some slow-motion gymnastics.
I never crash; I always simply float gracefully to the ground.
Dreams as prophecies is of course utter nonsense, but there is Freudian significance in dreams. Anybody care to speculate?