I realized this morning that I have more to say on my flying dream. And that I was actually running across the sky – that was a better statement / title than running in the air.
I was running from west to east – perhaps in Native American / four directions terms: running from the cave / introspection to illumination / enlightenment. From the autumn to the spring, from the dark to the light. From the left to the right (so I was obviously looking south at some point) – from the masculine to the feminine, from the left brain to the right brain, from the logical / intellectual to the holistic / creative.
I was thousands of feet in the air, very high up. It must have been the middle of the day, neither dawn nor dusk. Bright and clear. The sun must have been almost overhead, since I didn’t see it. Alone and totally comfortable and happy – content and beautiful in my own skin.