Dreams.

Another dream about flying. I should have been recording them all, starting with the very first one (although that one seems to have been back in school). And for some reason, in these flying dreams, I remember that I know how to fly, and this skill stays with me, even improving with each dream. In the last couple of times, I've been flying without any props (well, before that, there was a carpet), although I don't remember exactly how I took off (maybe like Superman, i.e., effortlessly, which is why I don't remember it). This time, the moment of takeoff stuck in my mind the best, and it was near the end (before that, I was flying normally, although I don't remember what for, I think just for fun and along the same trajectory, as if patrolling the perimeter). So, considering my fatigue from the aimless flight, this takeoff was a little difficult, and I felt a heaviness in my muscles, more like a dull ache, like after a workout. This sensation was in my arms, because that's what I used to take off, like a bird that runs and starts flapping its wings, only in my case, it was my arms. In the dream, there was somehow an association with an owl, and at some point, I was as if watching myself from a third-person perspective, seeing that my arms were surrounded by some kind of blue energy contour, in which the silhouette of wings could be seen (you know, like in all sorts of cartoons, including anime. Why do I remember the latest Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and Shaman King?😅). And so, that's how I took off, and that was it. I don't know why, maybe I was showing someone how I can fly. But it was cool, as always. P.S. But before that, there was definitely at least one dream (maybe two) where I was flying without any props. And yet, I think that in those dreams, I could just take off by wishing it, without any preparation