I've had a recurring dream for as long as I can remember.
In it, I am flying; not powered flight like a bird or an airplane,
but more like a human cannonball.
I'm always on some sort of human-powered vehicle, usually a bicycle
or a skateboard; last night it was a weird triangular skateboard
with wheels on each of the three corners.
I do something to deliberately launch myself into the air, like ride
up a ramp or fly off of a precipice.
However, I go a great deal higher in the air than I intend to; so
high that I don't think I'll be able to land safely.
My stomach does that free-fall lurch like when an elevator starts
down or when you drive your car over a steep hill.
At this point, I'm pretty scared, because I'm sure I'm going to make
a big splat when I land.
Sometimes I wake up before I land, while other times I land -- roughly
but without injury.
I'm sure this says something profound about my personality, but I'm
not sure exactly what.