Flying and the Color Black

[CodyintheWay]

I've had a notorious problem with flying in my dreams. Whether I'm lucid or not, something always gets in the way. I either try to jump to start it but fall, sometimes I flap my arms (no surprise), sometimes using the feeling of parasailing and imagine wind filling my coat or arms and lets me glide, using vehicles such as a car trying to fly has also proven difficult where speed is always a problem whether already flying or trying to and (this one I find particularly interesting) powerlines play a huge roll in my inability to fly. No matter where I am there are always powerlines in my way, everywhere, not unnaturally but by happenstance, but all and all, trying to fly has been an order of the first magnitude.

Sometimes when I fly it is more like a bullet with perpetual energy, nearly impossible to control, making wide turns and only skimming 30 or 40 feet off the ground. A friend of mine said that using your hands to fly (ala Iron Man) was helpful, yet no luck.

But the A-Ha moment: during a dream last night, it was like some kind of serendipitous clarity. I've never really been able to visualize colors. But when the a-Ha moment happened it was a slow but beautiful moment of departure into Lucid Dreaming. I became the color Black. Or I used the color black rather. I became black and it was like connecting into something, accessing something. I was Black through and through, not emotionally or intellectually in the various ways people experience or associate black with feeling or thinking states, but Black with as sense of great clarity. Almost as if Black gave me a sense of depth missing during my usual flying expeditions. It also wasn't Black in the sense of "darkness" i.e. inability to see, it was more like black as emptiness, the ability to see between things and be aware of this.

Talk about crawling to sprinting, I hit this and it was like the Super Hero Iceman; black was the sheen I was riding upon. And I was booking, but it wasn't a sight-seeing flying session, it was more intense. When the black hit me and I came to in my dream, it was like I was looking up at the sky and the farthest distance was suddenly brought swiftly to me, like staring at a star and having it pull smooth and nearly instantly into view. Yet it was so much more. It was the awareness that no place was ever off-limits anymore, in that in the moment when the star became full view it wasn't like an effect or an animation it was the awareness and powerful experiential visual gestalt that all is and can be brought to you or you to it. Then I remember getting up in the clouds, which were storming and going over cities really really fast; boom there's St. Louis, boom there's Houston and at some point when I was trying to slow down or gain control of the immense speed, I was caught in a hurricane.

Really, really incredible experience, but if anyone has trouble with flying like me, try using the color Black.