Flying

I often have a recurring dream where I fly and leap everywhere. In the dream, I am comfortable flying like a bird but as soon as I land on a cloud, I get scared of falling through.

I would never ask an outsider to interpret my dream because over the years I have learned that my dreams are my brain’s way of interpreting or concealing information in a way that is familiar to and only I can decipher. I have over the years learnt to see the beauty in everything from living things to the inanimate ones. What if we could free ourselves from the obstructions that shackle our minds and dare to follow our dreams. I admire the freedom birds have and if I were to pick one, I would be a peacock that can fly (the impossible). What would you be?