This is wonderful! I can still remember trying to gain altitude from mine and my brother’s beds, coming down too hard and breaking them! Then jumping out of trees onto mattresses and pillows (luckily no injuries), and those inevitable flying dreams that sometimes felt like reality. Back in my single digits, I used to sleepwalk, and I always seemed to have magic realism in my memories of what I did during those events. Thanks S Lynn Knight for the lovely spark to childhood memory!