Dream Journal: Flying Home Invaders
As in many dreams before over the past few decades, in this dream I was able to fly. I've progressively gotten better and better at flying in my dreams, from mere uncontrolled floating a few decades ago to now days being able to control my direction, speed, altitude, and other factors pretty accurately in my dream. So in this dream I was with a couple of children I didn't know, a boy and a girl both around maybe 9-12 years old or so. We were flying around a neighborhood and for some reason decided to enter this house that we didn't know. We thought it was vacant, but once inside and looking around, we went to an upstairs bedroom where there were a man and woman sleeping, although it wasn't obvious that there was anyone in the room as they were completely bundled up and hidden in a messy bed under pillows and a comforter. Once in the bedroom they woke up and the man kinda scrambled out of bed and ran from the room saying he was going to call the police. I was standing near a window that had a hand crank to open it where it hinged at the bottom and began to open and then I flew out the window and started flying down toward the ground and away from the house. Then I woke up.