I dreamt that I could hover about 10 feet off the ground by holding my breath. I found out that the amount of air I held controlled the altitude, like a balloon.I was practicing in the living room until dad came out and told me to knock it off, because it was messing up the air conditioning (somehow). It may not be as thrilling as some of the 90-minute dadaist/action movies you guys get, but I'm actually pretty happy that I remembered a dream for once.