The Last Western by Thomas S. Kile, I'm at a part where the protagonist, Willie, is being stressed almost to his limit, but is finding freedom in his dreams, particularly a dream of flying. Willie is a mystic in the Catholic tradition, though not formal Catholic mysticism, and his flying can be seen as many things in that context. What it's done is reminded me of a similar period in my life.Caveat: I'm not a mystic. I want to be a saint, but I'm not a mystic. Secondly, my period of stress was caused by nothing like Willie's situation. He's a hero. I'm a schmuck.
Anyway, I was young. I had more than the usual amount of issues compared to most elementary school kids due to hospital stays, surguries, lots of other things. At night, I used to have a flying dream, something like Willie does, but with major differences. I never soared high above clouds like Willie does. My flying was more of a floating, but floating in a direction, and most often close to the ground - near a sidewalk, through hallways, etc., with no active propulsion on my part. I could direct myself, speed up and slow down a bit, but it was still peaceful floating rather than directed flying. I just had to jump slightly into the air to begin. I always had control.
Like Willie, I would wake up refreshed in the morning, and always remember the dream. There was no fear, anger, terror or anything else in these dreams, just peace, and I still felt it when I woke up. I can't remember details now, it was so long ago. I remember having this dream for quite some time.
I'm not really interested in interpreting this dream. Suffice to say that it was a stress relieving dream for a young person who didn't know the first thing about stress. It's just a pleasant thing to remember because it has such pleasant feelings attached to it.
There you go...
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