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Harm Reduction Notes for the COVID-19 Pandemic

Bump with your last dream

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- Sun, 25 Aug 2013 05:37:40 EST dTd50D2Q No.40182
File: 1377423460254.jpg -(23013B / 22.47KB, 350x504) Thumbnail displayed, click image for full size. Bump with your last dream
Was a little drunk last night, high, and I took some 5-htp before bed. Got a crazy vivid dream where I met a dream girl. Can't tell you what her face looked like, but she had a great body and blonde hair (not really my preference in real life), but she was so down to fuck. We had crazy dream sex in the middle of a party on like a convertible limo cruisin' down the street.

The other half of this dream was spent running from the cops because I harbored a fugitive toon, Roger Rabbit (fell asleep to this movie like a week ago). That freaky judge from the movie was chasing after me.

Interesting side note, I had a recurring nightmare as a young child where this same judge would break into my house and I runaway through some parallel haunted house-ass dimension in my closet.

Anyway tl;dr post the last dream you had.

Pic related. Best estimate of the dream girl minus the beefy arms
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William Bloppercocke - Fri, 27 Mar 2020 14:47:48 EST Qu2Cg1WQ No.46534 Reply
Dreamt about my ex, first time in months. Just as I was having a real groove of being totally free of her from my mind for ages, really fucked my day over, clinging to my mind like sticky resin.
Don't even wanna write the actual dream out in case it'd imprint deeper in my memory, I want back on that sweet void of forgetfulness.
Edwin Mindlebad - Wed, 01 Apr 2020 17:25:10 EST JlI2xY8Z No.46540 Reply
In a dream, this morning, I paid my doctor a home visit. It was early and he was still in bed, although having a conversation with another man I did not recognize. We all got along fairly enough until the other man left Dr. Who we will call him and I behind. Sitting to the right side of Dr. Who, it became obvious that both of his legs and left arm were in a cast. Oddly, it occurred to me and I accepted that he had had those casts for a long time and he was just able to cover it with clothing, while on the job. Respecting an invitation into the privacy of who I normally know to be a competent person, it never came up, but it disturbed me to learn this about Dr. Who - almost as much as I was shocked to see him begin applying some sort of topical medicine or ointment to his toe nails with a brush little brush. All while having a conversation that was too pleasant and easy to remember much more of, besides that it was ongoing.

After a while, the dream becomes hazy and I end up laying on top of the covers beside the half-covered, portly man, Dr. Who. I am also a man and without homosexual desires, thus it this struck me as a sort of funny thing to be doing and so we were messing around on his cellphone, 'the dream' eventually decided. Dr. Who is taking selfie-style pictures of us, then starts showing me pictures of women before taking a picture of me and sending it to them (this was somehow implicitly understood between the two of us).

Before waking up, Dr. Who shows me a picture of a woman with long and messy blonde hair. Makeup has began to run down her face from crying. At first, I am concerned but before my Dr. takes my picture to send to her, he says, "she looks like she could use someone." Both shocked and horrified that Dr. Who would even said that, how could I not laugh and so he took a picture of me while laughing and sent it to that young woman. "She's the only one who gets to see my real smile?" I asked him as my alarm clock began hammering away at the walls of his bedroom.
Martin Chattingspear - Sun, 05 Apr 2020 08:36:07 EST Sk8QVCUZ No.46542 Reply
I feel your pain. I regularly dream about my ex's and 1 in particular, really pisses me off as i don't think about them in the day, but they invade my dreams and I wake up and get pissed off about it. And I regularly dream about old friends from my teen years. That was last nights dream.

Touching the Dark Mass Entity

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- Tue, 31 Mar 2020 23:58:14 EST Qu2Cg1WQ No.46539
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I've had this on my mind alot recently, you know how during sleep paralysis sometimes you can feel or/and see figures and things near you?
Well, to be totally honest and for backstory I've been kinda thinking about it cause I've been having episodes of feeling/seeing these masses during waking life too, mostly when alone.
But yeah, I've been thinking about, what if you reach out to it rather than avoid it as you're falling asleep?
Most of the time I turn my bedlamp on again for a couple of moments to let it pass then have another go at falling asleep.

So I finally got the opportunity now before falling asleep this night, felt it starting to collect at the foot of my bed after I had been tossing and turning a while, so I gently bring my consciousness towards it, approaching it without feeling nervous or fearful, and as soon as I get close it takes me away, shows me things, at first it brought me back to part of a dream I had a while ago to reinterpret something I had gotten wrong about the meaning of, then after that it was a long string of dreams with a totally different mood than the ones I usually have (my dream recall sucks so this level of clarity in itself is unusual).
First I remember is standing in line with a bunch of other people with my belongings, being aware I have something in there I will not be allowed to keep, and I must eat it rather than throw away because it's the last chance I'll have to do so again. At some point I'm being informed nonverbally about a jianjint incident.
Then there's a wild ride of other dreams, that I honestly can't even describe, more like witnessing some kind of microbial soup from a perspective as small as them, weird shapes and organic mechanisms I've never seen before.
Then I'm being pushed to wakefulness again, but before I am fully there I am (again nonverbally, almost like having the memory of having heard it formed while you watch) informed that it's spelled "xianjing" not jianjint, and imploring me to look it up. Awoke with this crushing inclination to cry, but it faded pretty fast. Checked the time, several hours earlier than I usually wake on my own, even though I fell asleep later than usual too.

strange dreams

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- Thu, 04 Jul 2019 18:51:05 EST R9f3s5uV No.46265
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After meditating using abstract illusions https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ym60j5szt3o , do I have very strange dreams ? Why?
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sounds created using math

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- Fri, 27 Dec 2019 09:31:45 EST LZnFeI6u No.46447
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You can recommend similar sounds for sleep created using math
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Watched myself slip into a dream

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- Mon, 30 Mar 2020 01:38:26 EST GsWfeuOy No.46536
File: 1585546706384.jpg -(31591B / 30.85KB, 500x363) Thumbnail displayed, click image for full size. Watched myself slip into a dream
A couple nights ago, I took Agmatine and NAC before falling asleep. I used Coluracetam earlier in the night. I kept getting brain zaps, every time my mind would begin to wander, a brain zap would pull me out of it and I'd wake up. It was preventing my mind from wandering enough to slip into a dream. Eventually, it finally worked, and I was able to experience the transition of being awake, and into a dream.

I was aware I was dreaming but didn't have much control. The walls were red, and tall. The doors were elongated for some reason. I was wearing a raccoon onesie, which is odd because I often ascribe my spirit animal as being a racoon (Or, crackoon) there was a middle aged man there who's house it was, also wearing a onesie of some weird animal. He was a serial killer, and I knew it but didn't act to stop it. I couldn't control it. He tried leading me into his basement, and I guess I forced myself to wake up.

When I did wake up, I was in sleep paralysis. It was bright like it was daytime like it seemed like I was outside. And there were flies buzzing everywhere, all around me. I screamed and got out of it, though.

Very odd experience feels like I witnessed one of my alternate reality selves get murdered.

why can't i remember my dreams?

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- Wed, 04 Mar 2020 10:20:47 EST +GsimeEd No.46516
File: 1583335247457.png -(587638B / 573.87KB, 770x529) Thumbnail displayed, click image for full size. why can't i remember my dreams?
i'll often oversleep because i'm deep in a very bizarre, vivid dream that feels like another world/reality, but as soon as i break free and wake up i have zero recollection of it. zero images, sounds, scenarios.

maybe later on i'll suddenly remember a fragment of a conversation or event and have to ask myself 'was that in a dream?' but never a substantial recollection of the dream. it feels almost like the plane i visit in my dreams is so strange and incompatible with this reality that i can't even commit it to memory.
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Albert Hocklefoot - Tue, 10 Mar 2020 18:36:05 EST fZYOR9AB No.46525 Reply
but what you gathered in that intermediary state is going to be easier to remember when you ultimately wake up.
Fucking Tootridge - Sun, 15 Mar 2020 23:38:00 EST 5+za0Ar+ No.46529 Reply
do you smoke pot?

i usually don't remember dreams if i smoke a few hours prior to bedtime
Martha Domblestet - Sun, 29 Mar 2020 13:08:42 EST JlI2xY8Z No.46535 Reply

>the plane i visit in my dreams is so strange and incompatible with this reality that i can't even commit it to memory.

That can definitely seem to be the case. The "rules" or scripts that our dreams seem to go by, whether the script is well-rehearsed as in recurring dreams or if they are specific to one dream, fade easily when we wake up.

When these "rules" or scripts fade upon waking, the very context and meaning that connected all of the images and conversations is lost. Often, one can remember images or bits of conversation that no longer "fit" anywhere in the dream, chronologically or even logically. Our brains mostly filter out such things as white-noise, nonsense - it could not be connected to anything except for a fleeting shadow of unconscious conception.

With little-to-no associations made in the conscious mind, it stands to reason that your conscious mind mostly piles the information from your dreams into an ever-changing, finite heap. Only by consciously making the connection between our dreams and waking life can we hope to attach those strings of information from our dreams into something resembling a memory of an actual past event.

The above is more-or-less the goal of keeping a dream journal. When you remember those fleeting bits of a dream, record it in your journal with excruciating detail. Make the most sense out of it as possible and then read your entry over, again. Only by doing such things while awake will our nightly unconscious and subconscious streams connect to our waking actions of physically recording dream information (as chronologically and logically as possible, without forcing anything to fit).

It is through that connection that dreams leave a residue on our consciousness, which through practice (making more and more brain connections) can eventually leave our waking minds flooded seemingly with memories of events which took place in the space between a prolonged blink of the eye.

clip 1979

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- Tue, 21 May 2019 14:02:47 EST 1J981U4v No.46240
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the first youtube video was released 02/16/2005, but what nobody knew was that it was a murder that happened in 1979.
-the amateur video shows moments before the murder of 3 girls by the man who was singing along with them.
Eugene Worthingbury - Tue, 17 Mar 2020 21:14:10 EST 3V7tA/9n No.46531 Reply
No, the first youtube video was about a guy at the zoo...
James Drubblestore - Fri, 20 Mar 2020 21:50:53 EST V+/KVl/E No.46532 Reply
Time to wake up

Anon's public dream journal

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- Wed, 11 Dec 2019 14:01:43 EST uTSHmIUX No.46428
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Gonna try and update this post relatively frequently.

Had a dream last night that was somewhat scary. Don't really remember the initial part of it, but by the end I was in a house. The house was a prison and I was trying to escape it. I got out of the bedroom on the second floor somehow. I was then chased down the stairs by a guy that looked like pic related. He had a crowbar to boot.

I made it out the front door which was simply at the bottom of the staircase. I was in a dark street lined with homes. I turned to my left and tried to run to the house next door to have them call the police. I was frozen in space and could not move around, despite my legs moving as if I was running. I finally broke free of the freeze and made my way relatively quickly to the front door of the adjacent home. As I knocked furiously on the door, pic related emerged from the front door of the house I had just been in. He rapidly made his way over to me and raised his crowbar menacingly. He swung and I woke up.
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Fuck Blatherville - Mon, 24 Feb 2020 15:16:46 EST 9f2azKHd No.46502 Reply
Had a pretty personal dream about a beautiful girl. Do women become more beautiful in dreams? I actually was depressed by the fact that I woke up. Wish I could have slept forever.
Thomas Bandleshaw - Thu, 05 Mar 2020 11:45:43 EST 9f2azKHd No.46519 Reply
Well it's been about 10 days since I last posted. My mother went to the hospital so I have not really been thinking about this. But I slept 11 hours last night and dreamed heavily. I remember one thing distinctly. I was in a building, it seemed like it was my high school but I was older now. The hottest girl I used to know was sitting behind me and rubbing my 5 o clock shadow on my cheeks. Just like the last post, I almost cried when I woke up. It was supremely pleasant. Better than any sex I've ever had. I felt loved...

I am definitely very lonely subconsciously.
Walter Bimblekotch - Tue, 17 Mar 2020 08:27:07 EST 9f2azKHd No.46530 Reply
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Been almost two weeks since I last updated this because I felt it was kinda depressing. Especially after that last post. Also, it's a lot of effort with very little payout. However, last night's dream was almost too cool not to share.

I had a dream within a dream. It's not the first time it happened, and I have some theories as to what exactly was going on. However, this is the first time I have been able to record it.

The deeper of the two dreams is harder to remember. It was pretty stupid, something military related. The area looked something like Overpass from CSGO (pic related). Not really much going on. I think I've been playing too much Counter Strike lately. I then woke up, and I thought I was awake. I woke up on my family's old chaise lounge in what looked like our old apartment. The time was clearly late at night. My sister was up and refused to go to sleep. I was smoking cigarettes (I quit recently, but go figure), and I was interrogating someone about some low level military information. I don't know why all this seemed normal to me, but I was sure that I was awake and things were going as usual. When I randomly woke up from this outer dream, I was extremely disoriented and confused, as I was convinced I had already woken up. The dreams themselves are rather boring, but the whole concept of experiencing a dream within a dream was truly mind bending.

Now some of you may say that a dream within a dream is impossible, and that I'm full of shit. While I am not doubting what last night FELT like, I am saying that there is a distinct possibility as to how this happened that I thought of after I woke up. Basically, I might have had two dreams in a row, but not realized I had awakened into the real world in between them. It is certainly possible that I had woken up in my bed and fallen right back asleep before even realizing I was awake. That would explain my memory not having any moments in between the dreams.

The only reason I doubt this explanation is that I began the second dream 'waking up'. I the dream I was waking up on the chaise lounge, not just finding myself somewhere. I rarely experience waking up into dreams, and I am not sure if that is common. Anyways, was a cool dreaming experience and I thought I would share.

Dreamt of the most epic idea for a Mario boss battle

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- Fri, 13 Mar 2020 00:39:30 EST FKxswhSk No.46528
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Think a fusion of Kind Boo and this scary ghost from Warioland 2 in the middle of a floating round platform, above a pitch black abyss, with a window that's similar to the one Wario is near but of a castle and about ten to twenty times bigger.. (and of course two floating bridges that transport Mario and Luigi to this platform which immediately fall once the ghost appears.)

If I had the skill as well as lived in a perfect enough world to obtain proper access to Photoshop and a good scanner I would've drawn the shit out of this piece, but even then my eyesight isn't what it used to be so it would've been a fat chance working with it on a computer screen for more than an hour anymore.

Almost died in a dream..

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- Wed, 11 Mar 2020 06:26:12 EST ewtL1FbQ No.46526
File: 1583922372406.jpg -(5978571B / 5.70MB, 3072x4096) Thumbnail displayed, click image for full size. Almost died in a dream..
So..first of all Lets make make this clear .
Im not some person that dreams a lot,infact I dream less and less as I age.
Long story short,in the dream that a was having ,some random guy was talki g friendly to me about topics unremembered,then out of nowhere he stabs the right side of my neck with some kind of scalpel or smtn.
5 minutes later ,i wonder how im not dead yet (still not aware that im dreaming) i broke into a house and clean my wound ,which has magically closed for some reason.
As I was thinking the next course of action ,ding ding,just woke up ,all sweaty and confused .

Is there any deeper meaning to any of this or I have just been kissed by Death?
Phyllis Funkinwater - Wed, 11 Mar 2020 11:14:27 EST Qu2Cg1WQ No.46527 Reply
It's just a dream bruh.
I died for real in a dream once, it was a weird feeling.
Was trapped with some huge terror along with somebody I love IRL, and when she got her head bit off and there was no way of escape I slit my wrists with this sharp small blade I had on me rather than being slowly mutilated by the beast. Felt all my heat disappearing with the blood and it was being replaced with this tingling thousand needles sensation, or maybe like an all-body brain freeze, then when I finally lost consciousness I awoke in bed.
Probably the edgiest dream I've had.

finding real closure in dreams

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- Mon, 09 Mar 2020 17:54:25 EST PPYd+gF9 No.46524
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this is from my dream journal, I'm not sure how much sense it will make without context or what archetypes/transcendent themes it has, but it's honestly been one of the most meaningful dreams I've ever had and only lasted a few minutes:

Had an interesting dream last night. I was walking around outside, at night, in a place I didn't recognize. Kind of an indistinct suburban sprawl. There was a road with a very well-kept sidewalk, it was brightly lit and there were trees lining the very green, manicured grass verge in between the sidewalk and the street. I saw Joel driving in his car very slowly. His was the only car on the road. I tried getting his attention but he didn't stop or even look at me. I banged on his window, still no acknowledgement. So I opened the car door on the passenger side and got in.

He shot me a dirty look and asked, quite viciously, "What the fuck do you want?", and again, as I do in most of the dreams he's in, I just asked him why he did what he did. And this time he proffered the closest thing to an answer I've gotten from him in any of these scenarios. He said, quite angrily, that sometimes people just don't want to be friends with people anymore, or something along those lines. Yeah, sure, just "friends". Which is the most mundane plausible explanation I've come up with and by far the most hurtful. And it seems like it wouldn't be the REAL reason anyway, so again no real resolution or closure.

Before I had a chance to ask why he couldn't have just said that when I specifically said that was a conclusion I had reached and that I just wanted him to have the god damn common decency to be a fucking mature adult and fucking tell me that instead of just fucking ghosting me after all we'd been through, or tell him what a terrible person he was, or that I'd see him in hell and that something tells me we'd be in the same section, that scene ended.

The next thing I remember is being somewhere I don't recognize from the "real" world. I've been to it before in dreams, but it's not really an amalgamation scene of anything as far as I can tell. It was a very tall, several stories, vestibule with stairs leading down to a set of 6 or 8 doors with a very tall window above the doors. It was night, and looking out the window I got this characteristic feeling I get when I'm walking at night in a state of dissociation, both drug induced and from bipolar/GID. Everything was tinted amber, as if I had a pair of amber sunglasses on. The stairs were green marble, seemingly reminiscent of a school I've been to, maybe [redacted], maybe [redacted], not [redacted] though. There was a tall glass elevator to my right, leading up so high that I couldn't see the ceiling, although I didn't really look. I could feel that this was the same place that I had the confrontation, as if I had just walked inside the building, although I was facing the doors.

Wandering around on the landing between the stairs and the row of doors were a dozen or so people. I realized all of them were people from various group therapy/rehab groups I've been in over the past year and a half of my life. We talked small talk and caught up, but that was just a feeling I got, I can't really recall any particulars of the conversations. What I could also feel though was that they were all genuinely happy to see me, and I was genuinely happy to see them. There's something really powerful about the whole group therapy thing if you submit to the process. You feel a true connection to these people who are perfect strangers, because, in a myriad of different ways, you're all engaged in the same struggle.

I think the lesson I learned from this is that some people are just awful, terrible, human beings and it doesn't matter how much they mean to you, you can't make them who you want them to be. But other people are amazing, with a nearly limitless capacity for love and compassion. It's an amazing feeling to be truly cared about. I'm never going to get an explanation from him, but for some reason at this point I think I truly have the closure I've been looking for all this time. No forgiveness though, I'm still not big enough for that, I still wish him the worst in life. But now I don't have any desire to bump into him some day and tell him off. I'm content knowing that if he doesn't c…
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dreaming about games that don't even exist

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!!nOu201Dt - Sun, 01 Mar 2020 00:57:50 EST 4B8RCsoI No.46508
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kinda hard to explain but i would lucid dream and try to get the name of the nes game i was playing and realizing that it doesn't exist. 3 dreams later i gave up and forget what the dream games were even like
Solanacia - Mon, 02 Mar 2020 04:03:00 EST ViHzwryk No.46511 Reply
I have that same kinda thing with music, I'll be in a dream on my phone and find this one album from an artist I listen to who has made hundreds of albums. Sounds fucking great, I look at my phone and see the album art but not the song name. Then I wake up and try to find that song in real life, only realizing later that it was only a dream.

Most of the videogame dreams I have are of existing games, but there's something very different about it, or completely new. I used to have a lot about Animal Crossing Gamecube, usually involving me catching a fish that's bigger than my TV screen, or having my town be a conglomeration of tiny islands with houses. I also had a lot about Mario 64 as a kid, where I'd usually find a secret area that was never found before. Not really the same thing though.
Fuck Boffingkadge - Sun, 08 Mar 2020 19:34:44 EST u9CM70I+ No.46523 Reply
Not long ago I had a dream where I listened to a whole album by Iron Maiden. The cover art was The Trooper but instead Eddy was wearing jungle camo. The music was vivid and I could repeat the same song multiple times without it changing. Wacky.

what does this mean?

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- Sun, 16 Feb 2020 19:06:51 EST HWMLkjiR No.46490
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>>24316006 (OP)
The dream itself: i was with a few friends when some figure came out.of nowhere with a bottle. He stabbed the bottle after shaking like a soda bottle to explode in someone's eye. That didnt work and then i got stabbed. I was "screaming" in the dream and woke up with a throbbing pain in my lefy arm. Sort of unrelated but the 2 days before the dream, i woke up between 3:10 and 3:15 A.M.
mon - Sat, 22 Feb 2020 13:40:21 EST HZrpOtpw No.46500 Reply
I don't know what this means but I've had similar dreams where someone throws something at me and then I wake up with pain in the area it happened. What did the figure look like?
John Blackham - Sun, 01 Mar 2020 11:24:43 EST kWpVhc55 No.46510 Reply
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I can tell you what it means for around tree fiddy.
Ernest Clumblestone - Mon, 02 Mar 2020 21:28:59 EST DomFIFV7 No.46513 Reply
a regular person and then they had a huge maniacal smile

How do you fly in dreams?

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- Mon, 02 Mar 2020 20:33:42 EST bG5T7U2x No.46512
File: 1583199222395.jpg -(37508B / 36.63KB, 635x336) Thumbnail displayed, click image for full size. How do you fly in dreams?
I've heard that flying in dreams is pretty common, and I myself do fly in dreams sometimes, but the weird thing is I have to flap. It's sort of like a double jump ability. I have to do this thing that is like a butterfly stroke, with both my arms and my legs, and it will launch me higher into the air, but then I start to fall back down again so I have to keep doing it. I land often and it's more like I'm super jumping although I can keep it going long enough to enable flight like motion. Only rarely indoors have I been able to hover though, everywhere else I gotta do this flapping double jumping bullshit.

How does flying work for you? Can you just lift off like superman?

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