A Dream of Flight

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Dreams about flying seem to be quite common. Perhaps it’s the fact that we humans simply can’t do it without the use of an aeroplane that causes them. We simply envy the birds, and in our dreams we allow our innermost desires to come true. I don’t know, but I’m sure there are people who could explain it! Anyway, here’s a short dream sequence from my book:


Ulf seemed to be flying. He laughed as he glanced at his outstretched arms, a joyful sound that welled up from somewhere deep inside before rushing from his lips to be carried away on the wind. This must be what total freedom felt like. Beside him a flock of starlings swooped and spiralled in their exotic ritual, and he shared their sheer delight of the open skies. Then uncertainty hit, and he squinted into the blindingly blue expanse beyond the hazy, translucent clouds. Why was he flying? Was he now dead, not a solid body at all, but a spirit rising towards heaven? A woman’s voice reached his ears, passing by in its ascent. ‘Do not grieve for me. I am free of the cares of this world now.’

Far to the west the sun was sliding behind the Welsh hills, splashing shades of vermilion and purple haphazardly across the blue. Above the landscape he soared, over fields of grazing cattle, corn ripening with the season’s warmth, and winding blue streams. Soon he was hovering over the edges of a dense forest and instinctively he knew that it was Bruneswald. This beautiful, green land was Mercia: his home.

Then he realised it was not summer at all and he was not home. His mind grew angry and cast the scene away.


This sequence is really a continuation of the post of a couple of weeks ago, To sleep, perchance to dream . . .  In my book, Shadow of the Raven, this dream comes only a few minutes after the last. Eadwulf (Ulf at this stage, and still a thrall/slave) has been seriously concussed, knocked senseless by Bjorn – for his own good, as is revealed in the story. Following the period of concussion he falls in and out of dream-filled sleep. This one takes him to his beloved homeland across the Northern Sea – the Anglo Saxon kingdom of Mercia.

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About milliethom

I am a reader and writer of historical fiction with a keen interest in the Earth's history and all it involves, both physically and socially. I like nothing better than to be outdoors, especially in faraway places, and baking is something I do when my eyes need respite from my computer screen.
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4 Responses to A Dream of Flight

  1. I am told to dream about flying means you are happy. I love those dreams. I don’t have very much of them anymore. Interesting story!

    • milliethom says:

      One of my daughters has dreams about flying on occasion. She would certainly agree with you that they are happy dreams. I can see how they could be interpreted as such – all that freedom and such wonderful views. It’s the falling dreams I don’t like. Thankfully, I’ve only had a couple of those over the years.

  2. I of July says:

    beautifully written … I’ve put Shadow of the Raven on my list of books to get

    • milliethom says:

      I shall take your compliment to heart, Heath. Thank you so much. Your own writing is amazingly descriptive, evoking wonderful images for the reader. I’m sure you’ll go far with it. My book will be on the Amazon Countdown Deal for the last five days of November, if you would like to read it, it starts at 99 pence in the UK (or equivalent in US dollars on Amazon.com.) I intend to put this in a blog next week. Thank you again for your kind words.

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