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No matter how hard I tried, I could not fly.
Even in the presence of loved ones, surrounded by the strong walls of my own home,

I could not fly.

So I taught my brother. "This is my favorite thing to do when I know I'm dreaming. I want to show you how..." I later attempted a few times more, but still to no avail. So we just watched him beautifully spread his arms, peacefully floating in the air above us. She said something about how my inability was probably a result of my current mental state out in reality. I agreed. Something must be very wrong when I can no longer feel free.