Leap of Faith

I always wanted to fly, and today, I’m going to. For real this time. Not in a plane or anything like that, I mean actually fly. But that's impossible right? Humans can’t fly. Wrong. I can. I’ve been practicing for months. It all started when I learned to lucid dream. I had heard that when you realize you’re in a dream you can control it, so I became an expert at reading the cues. The walls breathing, counting seven fingers, that sort of thing. When I knew where I was, I would get to work. Though I spent night after night stepping from ledges, I could never get the hang of it. Once I stopped taking my medication however, everything finally clicked. It was never gravity that was pulling me down, it was my belief in it. After that I flew whenever I wanted. It was exhilarating. I would fly over cities, oceans and even through outer-space. I thought I had peaked, then the bigger truth came. If dreams feel real while we’re in them, what makes life any different? The waking world was just another layer. There are layers to sleep. There are layers to waking. Some states bend faster than others, that is all. That is what nobody understands. Dreams aren’t fake just because they end, think about it, even life ends too. Life is simply a longer dream. Why would truth vanish just because I open my eyes? Different states, yet the same mind. To be sure I tested small things in the waking state first. Thinking of songs before they played, staring at people until they moved aside. Enough proof for me. My sister said I looked tired and my doctor said I look confused, but I’ve seen behind the curtain too many times now. I know the method. No hesitation. This morning the sky is clear, I can feel the air waiting for me. I spread my arms and lean forward. For a moment I wait for the familiar lift, for the world to soften. Instead the wind roars past my ears while the building races upward. A terrible clarity sets in as I realize some dreams bend and some do not.