by Jeremy Tusz

I had always known that flying dreams were quite common but it was only after a particularly vivid night of dreaming that I realized I wasn't actually flying in mine. I could clearly recall running while holding onto a pole and then suddenly being airborne, high above the clouds and cities below. My air travel couldn't be described as self-sustained flight but rather a controlled launch (and fall) at the end of an extremely long arc. Yes, my "flying dreams" are in reality "pole-vaulting" dreams.


He plays viola. He's a sound engineer. He vaults. Spy on him here

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