I would want to fly, to replicate the sensation against my skin when I am dream-flying. To be able to soar, and circle up high, then swoop down and skim the tree-tops. And I would want to be able to take off and land exactly the way I do in my dreams.
They were so vivid in my childhood I would actually try to lean forward just so, at the exactly correct angle, and push off with my toes to take off. Never worked. I finally stopped trying, but still continue to dream-fly.
Yes, I would want to fly. I suppose I should have a flying suit, though; dream-flying is naked without shame or even awareness of nudity.