In so many of my dreams I have ever had, I could fly in some way. Whether it was flapping my arms and rising, floating, or having brown bird wings on my back. The fact that flight always cam naturally to me was one reason I suspected bird. But I recently had a dream in which I flew with brown bird wings, over an ocean and a small few islands, and it felt so real. Honestly, I would give anything to have these wings on my back, and actually be able to fly.
Ever since childhood, something has hit me that really is deep. Whenever I would look up into the sky, maybe even see some other birds, I would almost expect to jump up and fly as well. But I never could, which almost confused me.
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Therian Diary
SpiritualGyrfalcon, German Shepherd, and likely dragon therianthrope. Come along with me as I create a day-to-day diary of my life as a therian.
