Last night I dreamed I could fly.
In the past, the very few flying dreams I've had have been large disappointments, with me trying and failing over and over to lift off.
But last night I did it, I took a running leap and soared. And there were witnesses, and they were awed, and I went higher to prove that I could, and then dipped lower to let my fingers skip over the tops of trees.
There was someone else in my dream who could fly as well, a very nice young man just about my age, but he was content not to show off, just waiting until I was done so that we could fly together.
It was nice.