I only remember once having a falling dream; I was pretty young. Usually, most of my dreams are about flying. But I don't have wings or anything. Its just like I'm floating in the air. I'll want to go somewhere, and I'll start flying like Superwoman or something, but, then, when I get there, I can never get back down again, or if I do get back down, I'm, like, 50 miles away from my destination, and I end up having to walk there. Now, my dreams have more reality incorporated into them; in my dreams, I'll rationalize using things that have happened in real life. I guess I'm just a weird person.