Do you dream of flying?

I’m writing a book about birds. Not a factual book, you know some sort of David Attenborough seriously researched natural history thing, but a silly story where some of the characters just happen to be birds. Crows and ravens and sparrows (plus a spoilt rat and a bookish vampire bat) who wear clothes and listen to (mostly heavy metal) music and bunk off school and tell jokes and worry about exams. Actually, it’s a very silly story with a dash of scary and I’m having a great time writing it.
The coolest thing about this book though is that some of my characters have wings. They can fly. If they are threatened by a hungry dog or are about to get squished by a lorry they can just flap their wings and fly away. How awesome is that?!
I used to have flying dreams when I was younger. They were amazing. In my dreams I didn’t fly by flapping my arms but by leaping up and then kicking my legs. Like swimming. When I went to the local pool for a weekly swimming lesson, I’d spent as much time as I could underwater, kicking my legs and pretending to fly. It was great, almost like my dreams.
Did you ever have a flying dream? If so, did you have wings or did you leap and kick like me? Perhaps you had a more impressive technique. Or grew some actual wings!
Gotta go. My character is in jeopardy. He’s being stalked by three savage… KITTENS!