(3/1/10) flying too high

(Entered in paper journal at 6:10 AM, on B-train into work from Brooklyn.)

Dream #1

It was a bright, sunny, clear day. I had flown up into the air somehow, and I was now flying over a small, desert town. Beside and just slightly behind me (or possibly just in my head?) was a woman. At first I had floated just over the treetops, then a little bit higher. But now, as the woman and I "spoke" (telepathically, at least to some degree), we floated up a couple hundred feet in the air.

The woman may have spoken about birds -- probably hawks. I now noticed that a bald eagle was flying just below us, maybe ten or fifteen feet below us, wheeling around counter-clockwise and looking up toward us. I knew that the eagle was flying at the top of its range, which I assumed was very high.

I wondered how high I was, and if maybe I was too high. i looked down to the earth below me. The town below was just a spot on a wide expanse of coppery-brown and tan desert land. I could see the curvature of the earth, tilted somewhat. I could see the sky fading to a violet black, as if I were about to leave the earth's atmosphere.

I suddenly felt giddy. I thought, For sure, I'm too high. I now descended rapidly back toward the city. I quickly saw a grid of (red-plastic-roofed?) houses, and I knew I would land on the street between those houses. I felt, however, like I was descending too quickly, and that my impact with the ground would kill me.