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When we lived in Brisbane, I used to have flying dreams nearly every night for 2 years..
I dreamt that I could just up and fly away. Powerlines were a worry when taking off and landing. It felt like the real thing, exhilarating. Zooming over Moreton Bay, nipping over to Straddy Island.
In my real life, I was very unhappy. Our neighbour was a psychotic witch who made our life a misery. ( it would throw thumb tacks under our clothes line etc )
Once we moved to the country, the dreams stopped.
It doesn't take much to interpret those dreams. I just wanted to fly away from there.
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