I've had a recurring dream, and Tanker here analyzed it for me years ago. He seemed to have it right, but that's neither here nor there.
On a fine spring evening I'm ready to walk down the steps of the front porch, but then slip.
Upon hitting the ground, I suddenly pop back up; it just happens.
And then I discover that once I'm airborne, I can fly. Actually fly. Soar, coast, glide, through the air, as high and as far as I want. All it takes is for me to keep my arms extended straight out.
Suddenly I'm always flying everywhere around here, and it's great, this feeling of freedom.
Friends of mine see that I fly, but they're not impressed; after all, they've seen me do lots of extraordinary things in life, and while this is pretty good, it's still only pretty much run-of-the-mill, in accomplishments.
But one time, while floating through the air rolling around, a bunch of primitives showed up on the property. Looking up at me, they shook their fists and yelled at me. "You can't fly! You're not really flying! It's impossible for a human to fly! You're faking it! You can't fly! It's Bush's fault!"
Uh, I'm deaf. The primitives are yelling at me, but I can't hear them.
So I glide downward to get closer to them, to hear what they're saying. And then I crash into a tree.