I flew again in my dreams this morning. For the first time since I realized I could fly in my dreams and made a project out of zipping around like a superhero, I flew without thinking about it. It was natural and easy, not too fast or slow, not too high or low. I simply floated into the air and went where I wanted. I don’t think I even realized I was dreaming.
That was nice. Way more enjoyable than actually trying to fly.