As a child, I used to have many dreams of flying. I remember being just 10 or 15 feet in the air and it was exhilarating and terrifying at the same time. In one dream, my father was yelling at me and chasing me across the yard with his belt. I was trying to get away from a beating and it was the only way I knew how.
I still occasionally have dreams of flying, but not as often. I wish I could "hold" onto them better, realize what was going on and stay in the air. But usually now, when I "realize" I'm flying, I come crashing down, almost like tripping in the air. It's always scary and I wake up before I land.