I've always been able to fly in my dreams. It's come in handy whenever I needed to get somewhere fast, or (usually) to get away from bad people who wanted to harm me or worse. Sometimes when I couldn't get up enough momentum, they'd hang on my feet, trying to pull me back down to the ground. In such cases, I'd usually wake up, then, or the dream would simply fade to black. As a child, I used to fantasize about being able to have this flying skill I had in my dreams. There were so many times it would have come in handy. :) I've been doodling some Bird Boys, and Bird Girls lately; they have the skill, so they're able to walk around free of the silly fears which plagued my young school days.
I live in NYC, love all forms of art, old scary movies, PBS, and dark chocolate. I have an identical twin sister, chew the inside of my mouth, do not fear snakes, (but will burst into a Native American War Dance at the sight of a cockroach, complete with yodeling) love three-legged dogs and one-eyed cats, but have neither, and sing the 'Our Father' in funny renditions every night before bed.