One recurring dream I've had throughout my life was flying or levitating. I'd get so high up in the sky and be like "Yeah, look at me f***ers, look what I can do!" A lot of the time it was my own mind in those dreams telling myself to rise up and go beyond what is realistically possible in the real world. And I achieved that, with 'flying' colours.
But it was just a stupid dream... Life can only offer us so much in terms of hobbies and careers and what we can actually do as humans. I find myself being far too disinterested in modern distractions to enjoy life. I used to think I was depressed, but now I just feel like I'm on a boring planet.