When I have lucid dreams I often fly. In fact, on occasion, I decide where I'm going to fly to and visit people I know. One time I decided to fly to New York, and crashed in the middle of the ocean... I always wonder if those dreams are true somehow, they feel so very real. When I was younger I used to try and check up if what I saw in my dreams was real (like a cousin having a mug with a picture of a cow on the set of drawers next to the bed. I don't know if her room was anything like that.) For ages of course I thought this meant I had special powers in real life too. There have been a few occasions when I really thought I could fly while away. Fortunately I never killed myself, just made a fool of myself by trying to take off from ground level. (In my dreams I start to fly by running, then jumping and parting the air as though I was swimming breast stroke. I'm not saying anything else, or I'll die of shame.)

I'm pretty sure I'm not psychic though...