Well, it happened again today – I was stopped by the cops for running barefoot. The weather gets cold, they see me and think: ‘this guy’s crazy…’ So today, I was just walking the last few metres home, and three of them jumped out of a police van to investigate. After taking my name and D.O.B., and after ascertaining that I’m only harmlessly eccentric, we had a nice little conversation about the health benefits of barefoot running. Continue reading Dream running and dreams of clarity
How many times do I dream about running: running without shoes, barefoot?
Many, if not most nights…
A sense of total freedom, effortlessly gliding with and like the wind.
Even during the decades I ran in shoes, my dreams of running were still the same: with a dream-body flowing like water over the terrain, no sign of shoe-shod impact with each step. It was only after throwing away my shoes that I recognised that I’ve always run barefoot in my dreams. Continue reading Dream running, lucid dreams and the nature of reality