As if it was me, not Felix Baumgartner. As if I jumped from space. As if it was me who floated for two hours in a capsule towed by an enormous helium balloon before leaping from 128,000ft – almost four times the height of a cruising passenger airline. I was feeling cold, I had fear that the speed I fell at would send me into an uncontrollable spin and the exposure to vacuum would literally cause my blood to boil. I was worried that my space suit could tear and that the low pressure in the stratosphere could cause my lung and blood circulation problems. Suddenly something happened. I blew my fears away. I forgot all the problems. I started feeling like a bird. I was flying in my dreams. It was like a dream until I landed on Earth.