Actually I run just fine in dreams it's the flying I never get a hold of. All I do is jump up and hover with no total control of which way I go. It is like being an astronaut you float but no fucking way to steer.
I take off easily but my maximum altitude is about three meters. I fly standing up, it's more like levitating. I can feel the effort in the lower legs and it's super convincing. Once people in the dream told me to stop showing off because it was annoying. Twenty years ago I needed to run to take off, now I just lift myself. I actually gained experience and leveled up a dream skill.
One time I had to escape from someone and I was struggling to float up to a roof because it was dreadfully slow but when I got up it felt great because id escaped.
Metaphor for life?
Metaphor for life?