Im afraid of heights. Seriously. My stomach flips and my knees get weak when Im faced with a vertical distance beyond my comfort range. Just last weekend I struggled to scale the stairs in the Pensacola Lighthouse. (For the record, others in my group were challenged as well.) But lately Ive had a recurring dream. In this dream, Im parachuting from 10 to 12K feet in a small plane. Ive had tons of heights related dreams before--and theyre always scary. But this one is peaceful, even comforting. In my last dream (I have very detailed dreams), my wife and I chartered a small plane and a couple instructors for the whole weekend. We took off and touched down 22 times. We jumped 12 times. (Apparently the altitude and wind conditions werent right for the other 10 attempts.) The crazy thing is, that rather than being relieved it was over, I was disappointed that we couldnt go up and jump again. This dream could be symbolic. Or it could be literal. More likely, it could be triggered by the combination of my dinner and the TV show I was watching when I fell asleep. In any case, I like the concept of stretching myself. So Im entertaining the idea of celebrating my 50th birthday (still a couple years off) by jumping out of a plane. I dont think I could do it alone, so that means Id need you to do it with me, Kim. What do you think?
Posted on: Fri, 11 Jul 2014 17:21:52 +0000
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