Dreams

Last night I dreamed I could fly. This is actually a recurring dream for
me, and I have it fairly often. It's not effortless-Superman flight that
I dream about, more of a flying squirrel type of gliding action. The
images are more of repeated swooping than actual flight, and I think I
lifted them from Douglas Adams' "throw yourself at the ground and miss"
concept.

It's different, though, because in my dreams when you throw yourself
face-first at the ground it is a leap of faith, believing in flight, and
then it happens. It's also exhausting, more actual effort than walking
the distance would have been, and brief - last night I was panting as I
bragged to my friend Lilith that I'd stayed airborn an unprecedented eight
minutes. The conditions also have to be right for it to work (last night
there was the high wind and almost electrical feeling you have right
before a serious thunderstorm). But when it all comes together - flight.

And that, in a nutshell, is my life.

More mundanely, my vacation was so refreshing that I've been working my
butt off since I got back. I've been playing about twice as much as I was
previously (I added a morning shift when an experiment showed it to be a
really good time - after two months I'm still learning new tricks!), which
has been very tiring. Good, though, and next week I'll get a bit of a
break by performing in Padova. Like Perugia, it's a student town, so I'm
assuming that it will be similar in having no foot traffic before noon -
students aren't known for being early risers :) Also, the fact that $8
and 80 minutes round trip brings me into Venice means I'm expecting a few
day trips...but for now I'm off to the art museum!