I often have dreams in which I jump. Like REALLY high.

It doesn’t take much effort. Just give a good push-off and when you hit the peak of the jump just push a little harder and you can break free of gravity’s initial grasp and soar much higher. And it feels so good, it’s like you can feel the pressure and the muck of gravity just peel away from every pore like a thick gel peeling away from your skin.

I guess it’s like diving into a cool pond. But UP.

I seem to jump through tree branches and foliage when I do it. It probably helps clear away that thick sticky gravity. When I emerge past the tops of the leaves the sky feels so cool and refreshing. It takes a lot longer to hit the second peak of the jump. You come down pretty fast, but the momentum is perfect for another effortless bounce right back up in the air.

Until you first peel it away you don’t really notice that gravity is just hot and uncomfortable. Almost claustrophobic and smothering. The air is so much easier to breath as you glide further out in the atmosphere.

I’ve just recently realized that I do this in a lot of my dreams. The jumping isn’t the focus of the dream. And I’m not always jumping to escape something or get somewhere quickly. I usually just start doing it — out of habit. Like biting my nails or bouncing my leg.

For comfort.