Dream Interpretation: Flying

As a kid, I used to dream that I was flying; I would fly low and steady. I viewed it as cautious where I could easily step down, if necessary, as opposed to a crash landing.

Then, I grew up and fly higher because I am more confident in my piloting skills.

Then, someone comes in who asks to co-pilot. He's wearing a pilot's cap, says the correct technical terms, speaks of coordinates, etc, acts like he knows how to fly. So, I let him sit in the other seat and handle some of the controls of my personal aircraft. We take off, flying higher and higher; it's smooth sailing! Suddenly, he feels a bit of turbulance and says: "I need to go back and take a nap; don't wake me, I'll come back when I am refreshed." and exits the cabin with a blanket and teddy bear. So, here I am flying this thing WAY off the ground all by myself, turbulance bouncing the plane around. I am trying to hang on to the controls, but am not strong enough. My co-pilot is in the back, snoring away, completely ignorant, so we crash.

Lesson: just because someone has papers that look like certification, says all the right words and your co-pilot seat is empty does not mean you should let him sit there. Be wary of who you allow in your cockpit: watch them fly another plane first; consider track records, number of hours they have actually been in the air and how many different planes they have flown. 20+ years in a Cessna doesn't mean he can handle your Blackbird. At the very least: do not go higher than you are comfortable just because someone else has a hand on the extra controls; who says they will turn it in the direction YOU want to go!

Interpretations:
http://www.dreammoods.com/cgibin/flyingdreams.pl?method=exact&header=dreamid&search=flyingintro
http://www.dreamsleep.net/commondreams/meaning-of-flying-dream.html

This hurts more than I thought it would!

Well, more than I remember it hurting when I started at the gym last time. I am talking about my legs and buns!!

I have been working out fairly regularly for the past 4-5 weeks and have been rewarded with a weight loss of 25 lbs and reduction of a pants size by one (and now, those are even loose on me).

So, yesterday, I signed up with a personal trainer just to show me what a WUSS I AM! He said I did a great job; better than many clients who have lower weight/fat content, etc. but I don't know if he is blowing smoke up my gluts. Anywhoo, I was fine this morning, getting a bit of a tingle by noonish, but now, each step up the stairs SCREAMS! I feel pretty good in that I did do everything he asked of me and even pushed some a bit. Push to muscle failure? Oh YES. Those babies were shakin' and a bit wobbly when I got up to walk each time.

My next appointment is tomorrow at noon. I think we do abs and back. Trainer said that I will continue to be sore like this for the next month and a half, if we continue at the rate I want. Then, when it doesn't hurt anymore, we have to change the routine so that it hurts again! Ahhhh, but then you know it is working.

I am actually at a lower weight now than I have been for 15 years. Better late than never, I guess.

Since I don't do arms/shoulders until about next Thursday, I am going to head up, watch psuedo-figure skating on "Blades of Glory" with J and lift 10 lb hand weights. Just using hand weights has really built up my shoulders, triceps and biceps. Then, I am going to blissfully konk out!

My super power reaffirmed and I hate plastic tube hangers!

Me and my great ideas!

I was talking to a co-worker about the idea of having a shoe/clothing exchange at work. I have lost a bunch of weight but have gorgeous clothes that I cannot use anymore. Plus, I love shoes and buy them online. Occassionally, they just don't fit and it would almost cost more to send them back. Sooooo, she mentions that they have an exchange, on Saturdays, at her church.

Despite the fact it is church, I go anyway, two Saturdays ago.

I took a few sundresses that were too big, like an Ann Taylor strappy dress size...ha! nope, not falling for it. (Aww, what the heck! It was a 14 and now 12s are starting to be a bit big on me, depending on the cut.) I also brought a couple of sweatshirts from J and other random items.

I couldn't reach co-worker via phone, but went anyway. I arrived to see a HUGE LINE of people! Apparently, it isn't exactly an exchange. People who are financially disadvantaged (is that politically correct?) get a large trash bag and can fill it up with as much as they can. Not exactly what I envisioned! I brought my donations to the front of the line to see if I had to WAIT to GIVE stuff. Answer: no.

But, I was asked if I could volunteer. Sure, why not? I figured that I'd be nice and help out for a couple of hours, despite the extensive to-do list waiting at home.

So, my job was to straighten clothes on the racks and remove hangers that had been left there.

(I'll bet you are wondering how the title fits into this subject, aren't you?) So, I am removing hangers, straightening items when I get whacked in the head by a heavy jacket. OK, my super power is activated! Again, I am invisible. I let it go. Then WHACK by another item. GEEZ!! I am standing RIGHT THERE! This guy is SO determined to get his bag full, he doesn't pay any attention to a volunteer who is trying to make it easier for everyone. WHACK! Aloud, I say "OK, that's three" WHACK! "Four! WOW!" then walk away. THIS is why I would rather help animals or do some type of community service for people I never see. I would rather do it anonymously and NOT get knocked around doing it.

Oh, and my Ann Taylor and Donna Morgan dresses? Before I even had a chance to put them up on a rack, a 5'-2" 200 lb appled-shaped Columbian woman excitedly snatched them up. First she went for the Ann Taylor, the Donna Morgan, then she just took ALL of them. Oh well, right? Chiffon is great for general weekend or grocery shopping attire. I must say it was really tough to watch them go like that. Next time, I drop them in a donation box and RUN AWAY.

And I don't know who is the genius who thought using plastic tube hangers for t-shirts and sweatshirts was a good idea. That stuff ends up all over the floor. Try picking up shirts, dodging enthusiastic indigents and trying to not step on small, errant children. "I am doing a good thing; I am doing a good thing" I chant as my new mantra for the next 115 minutes!

I finally had to stop sorting hangers when my ears were about to bleed from the piped in hymns. Is it too much to ask that they play some Nickelback, Queen or Pink Floyd? Sheesh. ;)