Dreams.

Today I dreamt that I was killing demons and all sorts of evil creatures. I wasn't alone, and it was like in a game, i.e., we went to special places where we could gain experience and other things. We were really fighting, and I could see it with my own eyes. But that's not the main thing. The best part was that I could fly again! Yes, this has happened before... Although it's hard to call it flying; it's more like I was floating. I walk, I want to fly, and it starts: the air lifts me up, and I rise. But if I go too high, it's hard to come down. I haven't mastered this yet, but I like it; it's great. P.S. I've had this kind of flying dream before. I don't remember how many times, maybe once or twice. I always fear flying too high because I might fly away. In previous dreams, I flew through houses and trees. P.P.S. In my childhood, I dreamt about a jetpack; that was cool too.