The Levitation Dream
I took a nap owing to combination of pain and being tired and I had a dream which in a strange way brings me back to my childhood.
In the dream I was a pilot in an elite bomber squadron. What was unique about our squadron is that we flew with the engines off. We did not rely on the planes mechanics to fly but rather our own will power to levitate and move it forward.
We were training for a sneak attack bombing run. We would fly low and completely silently based upon our levitating capabilities. The training was to refine our control over the craft.
I was having problems keeping the plane in the air because I felt the mission was unethical and conflicted with my values.
I awoke out of this dream with the Eric Burdon song, “Sky Pilot”, playing in my mind and particularly the lyrics, “A young soldier so ill looked at the sky pilot, remembered the words, Thou Shall Not Kill…..”
I’ve had one waking levitation in my childhood. The only such experience of my life although I’ve many times tried to reproduce it.
When I was in 4th grade, I went to a school called Sacajawea Elementary, it was located on 96th ST NE and 20th Ave NE in North Seattle, Washington. There was a field to the north of it which spanned the distance between the playground bordering on 95th if the street had gone all the way through (it did not) and 94th, which did.
I lived on 15th Ave and 90th ST, a white house with a huge unique pine tree (it was a species I’ve never seen anywhere else, very broad) at the corner. The new inhabitants of this house were total assholes and cut this unique tree down.
Anyway, the normal route to school was to go from 15th down to 17th and 90th, then go along 17th Ave to 94th, go down to the field and cross it to enter the playground at the school.
About 100 feet up the hill from 17th there was a fire hydrant and every day I’d run and do a long jump at that fire hydrant and most every day my jump was ordinary.
However, one day something happened. When I jumped, I knew I had gotten a particularly good launch so I really pulled my legs up to reduce friction but as I reached the apex of my jump I did not fall back down. As I continued going down hill, the hill fell away below me and I became quite high in the air. I went all the way across the intersection and part way down 90th past 17th towards 20th.
I became fearful that perhaps I would keep ascending up into the sky never to be seen again, or perhaps I would fall rapidly at some great height, but with that fear I came back down to the Earth gently, and had to walk back up 90th to 17th to continue on to school.
For the remainder of the time I went to that school, I tried to reproduce this jump but never again did I ever exceed an ordinary long jump.