Like the Red Baron

I sit in the cockpit of an old biplane and at first I’m not sure how to fly it.  I’m then flying low over water and I realize I need to pull back on the stick.  Once I do, I gain control of the plane and begin to fly over the harbor.  I make a series of maneuvers and then realize the machine gun in front of me is also mine to use.  I work on figuring out the mechanics of flying and shooting while also scanning the skies for any enemies.  I take aim at a cement block and the gun fires, but not bullets.  I then sense it’s all about energy, and I go into a snoopy like Red Baron aggression.  I dive bomb a plaza and target a man there.  I hit him and he and the area around him become prismatic, rainbow like.  I pull back and make another series of maneuvers before landing.  I’m then walking across the plaza and looking up at the smoke trails that trace the loops of my path in the sky.

Amplification:

Flying not always the best place to be when dreaming, but it’s not always negitive.  This dream comes at the culmination of an arduous training period within these platform and I sense it sums up the entire journey.  What’s most interesting is the combination of the war like posture with the shooting of life giving energy or what Jung called libido.  The man who was hit experienced a type of transcendent ecstasy.  While the perilous flying dreams tend to leave us out on a limb, stuck with our inflation in danger of crashing to earth, here a very difficult work stretch is viewed in the sky, as if the needed effect is for it to be elevated or honored more within my conscious attitude.  Go Snoopy.

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