Had one of those dreams where I’m flying, standing upright, a foot or two off the ground. I can control my speed and direction with my mind. In these dreams it feels like I’m remembering that I know how to do something, and wondering why it is I keep forgetting it. It’s as remarkable in the dream as it would be in real life—no one else can do it, and I want someone to see me, to be impressed. At one point I come up over a hill and I hover high, a little too high, maybe ten feet up.