The other night I had a dream that I could fly. I've not had one of those for a long time. It always starts with me jumping up into the air and not falling and so I keep kicking until I think I've froggied up high enough. My first flying dreams were all the same and involved being at my grandma's house in the backyard by the swings, but this one was different.
And while I'm here, I might as well add this link to an article explaining how I've joined a cult.