I could fly. Not an airplane, but really fly. I just turned around and kinda
flapped my legs and I lifted from the ground. I can't remember how I learned
how to do it. I think I started with plain levitation and the flapping of
the legs was mostly to steer with in the air. Later in the dream though, it
was how I got higher up too. I couldn't fly high or fast at all, and it was
very exhaustive to do it. A lot of people wanted to talk to me about it,
chased me. They wanted know how I did it and if they could do it too. I
didn't know if they could. I couldn't really explain how I flew myself, it
was more a state of mind. But nevertheless, it was an enormously great
feeling. I also noticed I got better at it later in the dream.
I went on for a while and there was another story line embedded too, but I
don't remember much of it. A guy always tried to sell me illegal movies and
booze, but I didn't want any of it. At the end, the brittish guy from the TV
show Magnum followed me. It was the character from the show, not the actor.
Magnum was there too, but more in the background. This guy wanted me to feed
his pigeans for him, because it was so difficult getting up to them. They
lived in a cage on the roof.
Then I woke up. Nobody caught me.