The flight in my dreams gives me the utmost feeling of happiness - it represents the breakage of mental and physical constraints imposed by myself and by life in general.
I have to admit that I fail miserably at flying in real life and I've so failed for the most part of it. Of course, I do not aspire to be completely free from all there is to be free: we share feelings among us, as humans beings, and we live in a society when the maximum happiness of the group depends and is related with the individual happiness. To attempt to conquer an absolute and utopic freedom is to deny what makes us human.
But I can try to conquer the most I can without compromising my humanity - for me, the conquest of freedom resumes itself in the conquest of happiness.
Dreams are not absolutely real; but they can be made pretty close.