The other night I was dreaming, and something was happening that I didn't like. I realized that it couldn't possibly happen in the real world and that I must be dreaming, so I tried flying. Unfortunately I couldn't get *myself* to lift off the ground, but I could use my newfound powers to make other people float around.
My husband aspires to "bring his hands into the field of the dream", in order to control the dreamscape ... purportedly suggested by the Yaqui Indian Don Juan in the Carlos Castenada books. He did a lot of flying, too!
Very cool! I've never been able to fly willfully in my dreams. I've only had a few dreams where I broke into uncontrolled glides, usually flat on my back, feet first, looking up, so I couldn't see where I was going.