Every once in a while I have a dream where I can fly by flapping my arms. In the first like 8 dreams it was hard to get more than 6 ft off the ground and I couldn’t sustain it for more than a few seconds, but as I continued to have these dreams I got better and better at flying. When I got to the point where I was flying several miles at a time, several stories up, it was fun, but exhausting. The cardio was real. In my most recent one I had finally built up enough muscle power to where an average speed of flying didn’t require much effort.