My husband flies by bounding higher and higher until he sometimes gets too high and is afraid to come back down.
Me? I jump and pedal my feet in the air. Madly. With the success of a chicken. It's only good for jumping over puddles, really. Not much more. However, once in a blue moon I fly using something like a kiddie swing, complete with chains that rise to nowhere but serve as rudders. Then I'm up in that sky and ready for adventure, man.
I can also jump at the top of long spiral staircases and then hover-glide all the way down without touching a single stair. But that's in real life. ;)
How about you? Tell me in the comments below:
- Do you fly in your dreams?
- HOW do you fly in your dreams?
- What pitfalls and advantages come from your particular method?