When I was a child, I had quite a few. Most of them were scary. In one, I was repeatedly shot by a mean-looking gangster. In another, a gorilla chased me down the street, getting closer and closer as I ran for my life. And then there was my worst high school nightmare, in which a report that was due for my next class was inside my locker, and I could not remember the combination to get it open.
Each dream startled me awake. I would bolt upright in bed, my heart racing.But one recurring dream from my elementary school years was a repeated delight,
The artwork still reminds me of the times when I could fly above the town with Aunt Dora. And though I've never consciously emulated her, I can sometimes feel her speaking through me, coloring a line of dialogue I've written with her gently barbed humor.
Perhaps, like Mary Poppins, she had a touch of magic, too.
What about you—have you ever dreamed you could fly? Please comment below.