When I fly in my dreams, it starts with a push off of some sore, and I’m skimming above the ground a foot or foot and a half. And when I fell myself starting to drop, sometimes I’ll lean forward and spread my arms out to try to gain a little more life and forestall the effects of gravity. If I’ve every been airborne any other way, I don’t recall it.
^^^That.
Hell, I remember one dream in which I was riding a horse – not Pegasus – and we were both flying.