I remember the first dream where I actively 'was flying'. I don't remember much about it other than me being in like a dark castle or mansion of some kind, and I discovered when exploring the hallways that I was actually hovering and levitating. This made sense because throughout the dream I was having difficulty stopping and traveling exactly when I wanted to, it was like I was dealing with air brakes on a truck, or like I was a puck on an air hockey table.
Throughout my dreams where I have flight, it all seems to work on the same principles:
1) That I can fly best when I don't think about flying.
2) That if I notice my flight and call too much attention to it, I'll lose it for a while, possibly for the rest of the dream.
3) That I need to be careful with it, because I can't stop precisely when I want. This is especially true when I go really, really fast.
I've also never had wings before in any of my dreams. None that I can remember, anyway.
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