I believe I can fly

Last night I dreamed I could fly. This is nothing new for me, it's a recurring theme which possibly reflects my sense of feeling trapped.

What's peculiar though is the way I do it. No graceful zipping through the air like Superman, or flapping of elegant wings like a fairy.

No, I fly by launching myself into the air and keeping myself afloat by doing the breastroke. Yep, you read that right, I use the breastroke to fly. And I have to do it really fast to gain height. Talk about ungainly.



Imagine this in mid air