Hovering below the ceiling
This one from about 5:30am this morning.
I am in a room, supposedly either my apartment or the one of someone I know. It's rather brightly lit. I must be close to a wall at the moment.
Suddenly I move vertically up the wall. I'm kind of surprised. As I realise I'm hovering above the ground, that I'm flying, I'm starting to laugh out loud. As I wonder why I can fly I come with the explanation that my body must be still on the floor and fell spontaneously asleep... standing up... Well, it was enough explanation for me at that point.
So, I explore this. I fly forward. It's just movement. No effort, nothing. I will it, I move. I tilt my body sidewards at an odd angle to get a feel for that. I move forward. Then I try to turn myself top-down, so that my head would face down. That's too much, the recall is somehow chaotic there, and I don't do that in the end.
Now I decide to spy on my upstairs neighbours. (This is not my apartment, I don't have upstairs neighbours, and the ceiling is way to high, etc, etc.) I float through the ceiling and end up on another level, but my mischievous effort is cut short. I cannot move at all - in no direction.
I think I float back down before I wake up.
I think this is the first time I ever recall flying in a dream.
Oliver
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