Oh my yes. Around the age seven to ten, I was obsessed with being able to fly like superman. I use to take a big safety pin and fix a bath towel abound my neck like a cape and run around the house pretending I was flying. I had many dreams of jumping off the ground and taking flight, some of them seemed quite real. Alas I never have such fun dreams now.
My flying dreams are more like: with the force of will, I will not fall. So flying in these dreams feel like a jump I refuse to let end and can be directed mid jump.
I’m weightless and it’s effortless. I just skim along anywhere between a few inches and however high I want to be. No swimming or walking motions, and I’m erect, not prone. It feels marvelous, and sometimes I find myself thinking I could do it awake if I just *believed *hard enough. Alas for me, reason always gets in the way.
I agree with this, with the addition that the ‘force of will’ is a state of mental detachment, and I have to pull my legs up to keep them from dragging on the ground. It also helps to have my arms straight out to the sides like airplane wings.
I have a “flying dream” every few weeks. Sometimes I’m just a few feet off the ground, but I do occasionally soar higher, up to a bit above skyscraper level. Also, I can make myself invisible as I fly, if I choose to go into “stealth mode”. Fun stuff!
I’m very literal. I fly an invisible helicopter. I have to “move” the invisible sticks just like a real heli.
The more fun dreams are the “falling with style”, where I am going down a hill and my feet never touch the ground. I just remain 6 inches above the ground all the way down. It’s like orbiting - you are falling, but you never hit the ground.
My “flying dreams” are actually “jumping really high” dreams. They’re really two parters. I’ll jump really high in the sky, far above the trees, and it’s exhilarating. Then I’ll start coming back down, and I look at the ground rising up to meet me, and it’s like a nightmare. I’m totally horrified. “Why did I jump so high? Now I’m going to die!”. Sometimes I’ll wake up when I crash land, but other times I’ll just roll with it and get back up like I only tripped over a rug and then I’ll jump up high again.
I’m an airplane. My arms are wings. I normally take off from a high place (stairs or cliff or something), but I can gain altitude with effort. I can’t rember what kind of effort is required, but I know that in that kind of situation, if I loose confidence I’ll lose altitude.
Like much of the rest of my life, my flying is influenced by my reading. I know that the falling thing comes from Douglas Adams. The soaring thing comes partly from a old British story that I can’t identify where a man with ?Yorkshire? accent is able to fly. He likes to go out in the afternoon when he gets a chance. I remember him having a discussion with a Ministry official about wind conditions after a aviation accident, to the irriation of his wife, because how would he know anything relevant (we know that he knows because he flies around there sometimes). The story ends with a disastorous public exibition: first he can’t fly, they he can fly and everyone is terrified.
I made a decision to stop day-dreaming about flying, after experiencing and becoming slightly misled by hypnagogic hallucinations. I stood at the top of the stairs, realized that I couldn’t actually fly down, and decided that the edge of reality had become too blurred for safety.
The only “lucid dream” I ever had, when I realized in my dream that I was dreaming, I took off flying. I tried to control my flight too much and then woke up. I was happy and annoyed at the same time.
I’m a dream dancer too. I spent many years in Ballet class. I was a good leaper in waking life. In my dteams I leapt allover the world. Once I dreamt I leap over the moon. My leaps are so far reaching that I am really flying. Arms up, hair flowing. It’s very fun. I tend to crash land, though.
My flying is mostly just falling in the direction I want to go. Any altitude and I estimate I can manage about half of terminal velocity.
Typically, I’m about 30 feet off the ground, and my flying is the result of mental concentration - if I waver, I’ll start to drift to the ground. It’s often very pleasant, but it’s also quite common for the dreams to involve being chased, and I need to keep flying so I can escape.
I have other kinds of flying dreams but it would be a TLDR post if I described them all.
I have them, it always starts off with my hands acting as sails pushing the air like I would push water. It takes a huge amount of effort at first and then it starts becoming easier and I actually start flying with ease and confidence.
Every now and then I dream of flying off a cliff at Crater Lake, Oregon.