Flying

I have always been flying in my dreams since I can remember. However when I was younger it often involved me carrying out some sort of exercise to move higher into the sky, but the dream I had recently was so clear. I flew, but for one of the first times it was uninhibited. There was a large house against the backdrop of a pink and early evening sort of sky. I moved towards a window in the top room of the house and there was an open window, i simply stepped out into the atmosphere and i flew. The most poignant thing about this dream however, was at one point I was flying across a vast expanse of ocean, and I can distinctly remember somebody uttering the words Iceland. I could feel the wind in my face, and it was so real. It was beautiful, but what does it mean?N