You know how people see themselves flying in their dreams? I’ve never seen that. What I do in my dreams is run.
I either run fast, vaulting over obstacles like I weight nothing and I’ve been a traceuse for centuries, covering distances longer than all the levels of Crash Bandicoot combined, or I’m trying to run but no matter how hard I move my feet, it’s like I’m stuck in molasses and I can barely cover a meter.
This past month has been a mixture of both those feelings simultaneously, no dreaming added.