So, the other night I had a partial lucid dream! (A lucid dream is a dream in which you know that you are dreaming and can actually control the dream.) Usually, if I figure out that I'm dreaming, I can't do anything about it- I might comment to someone else in the dream "it's all a dream anyway" but it doesn't change the narrative at all.
This dream, however, was different. The setting was a large room with lots of people and lots of food, a yummy party. How I could tell that I was dreaming was that I lost a tooth. (This may seem very strange, but losing a tooth is a frequent dream theme for me. In fact, it's the only time when I have feeling sensations, because I feel the tooth loosening and coming out. It's really gross, and I'm sure it symbolizes something, but in any case, the fact that I lose teeth way more often in dreamworld than the real world has finally penetrated the consciousness of my dream-person.) So what did I do when I took control of my dream? I tried to fly. I have never, ever had a flying dream, supposedly so common for everyone else (I've never had that dream where you get to school/work/the outside world and suddenly realize you're naked either, actually), and I thought it would be pretty cool.
Unfortunately, I was still enough in the dream that gravity still worked, although I managed to do superhuman bouncing (pretty fun) and even the usual floating-drifting that passes for flying in my dreams, but the dream took over in the form of the party getting busted up by our alien overlords before I got the chance to have an actual flying dream. So I was pretty bummed by that. Still, even if I didn't get an actual chance to fly, I had a lucid dream! Woohoo!