What fascinates me about this is how many people have such similar experiences, when in theory none of us should know what it feels like to actually do this. One has to wonder where all that data is coming from.
The most consistent aspect for me is a frustrating inability to fly as I’d like to. Either I can barely get off the ground, and go skating along the sidewalks on a cushion of air just thick enough to eliminate friction (like rollerblading without the skates); or if I do get airborne (usually via testing to see if I can and swimming into the air), it’s difficult to stay aloft very long. I struggle to keep some sort of internal balance, without which I drop back to earth.
I also seem to land on the very edge of rooves and high places: the curiosity to see them causes me to lose buoyancy, so that I barely make it to them while still afloat. Then I have to remind myself that since I flew up there, it won’t hurt to jump off.
One interesting variation that only happened once was having a contraption like a pocket parachute: two handles on cords about 2-3 feet long and a canopy about 3 feet in diameter. I could hold onto the handles and catch a breeze, and that would be enough to lift me and carry me around…at least until my arms got tired.
Powerlines are always something to watch out for. I’m not attracted to them or anything, but they’re everywhere.