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
Dream running, lucid dreams and the nature of reality
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