She flies with her own wings.

"No relation of a dream can convey the dream-sensation, that commingling of absurdity, surprise, and bewilderment in a tremor of struggling revolt, that notion of being captured by the incredible which is the very essence of dream. No, it is impossible; it is impossible to convey the life sensation of any given epoch of one’s existence - that which makes it’s truth, it’s meaning - it’s subtle and penetrating essence. It is impossible. We live, as we dream - alone."

Heart of Darkness - Joseph Conrad