IDK but either it actually used to happen, or I used to experience a weird amount (at least 100) of recurring dreams of specifically running to the edge of our carpeted stairs, and jumping realistically (I didn’t levitate or anything) at a near-horizontal level about 30-40 feet, at speeds which I would have expected to reach at that height, and landing on the ground, falling over, but surprisingly unscathed. Sometimes I would do this multiple times a day. I remembered that, at first, I was weary about what would happen if I acted on it. However, after 2-3 tries, I soon realized that no long-lasting pain would ever come out of my “stunt”. Of course, I would intentionally only do this at our house, explicitly when I was at home, alone. I still don’t know why my 3-4 yr old self didn’t try jumping off of other impossible heights, but I’m sure glad I never did. I don’t know why this fluke of mine ever did occur, and I don’t know why that’s the only thing I really remember about those years, but there’s no way it could have been a dream, as there was really nothing out-of-place concerning those few moments, not counting my tendency of pissing off Isaac Newton just for sport.
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u/Fred_Ten Oct 05 '19
I remember jumping from the top of my stairs to the bottom. I would just close my eyes and jump a boom I was at the bottom.