Missing

He swung down sharply, nearly catching himself a nasty crack on the jaw with the doorstep and tumbled through the air, so suddenly stunned with what a profoundly stupid thing he had just done that he completely forgot the bit about hitting the ground and didn't.

Flying in my dreams is almost entirely unlike the method Douglas Adams recommends: I hardly ever have to miss the ground, and take-off is quite riskless, I just flap my arms (or at least fold them out like airplane wings), walk a few steps and off I go, or rather take. Landing has never been an issue for me in contrast to the horror stories others seem to experience with the ground falling towards them, for who'd ever want to return to the earth? I had one fever dream driving down the wall of a tower built of scrabble letters when I was about 10, though - honestly

Maybe I'm still more of the Astrid Lindgren aviator ...

ObLizard: "I come in peace," it said, adding after a long moment of further grinding, "take me to your Lizard." (ibd ch 36)