as a child I had a recurrent dream, I dreamt of flying.
I didn't used my hands like wings, though. I just crossed the sky like Superman.
I got out of the window to get away from the "thieves" and... flew. No falling down.
Now, I fly when I'm awake.
And the ceiling overhead opens up to let me go
da bambina sognavo spesso di volare.
non muovevo le mani, no. ma come superman attraversavo il cielo.
pluf fuori dalla finestra scappando dai "ladri".
e invece di cadere volavo via.
ora volo da sveglia.
e il soffitto si apre sopra di me lasciandomi andare
B Hardy

I completely forgot about this until I read a book by Carlos Castaneda, in which somebody rubs some plant on their legs and experiences this same thing., When I read it I thought "I have been here before"
I am animist and listen to the things and look beyond, thus also "the Unexpected" happens...
But I do believe that the subconscious is a deep place, so more of a deep sea diver than an astronaut
but, my friend, your definition of subconscius is amazing
And so you open your mind,
develop your soul,
contours disappear,
sky everywhere,
sunbeams melting
and you're going to fly away ....