Last night I had a dream where I definitely remember feeling wonderful about the fact that I could fly, and I would do wicked somersaults in the air and whatnot and feel wonderful about it, and I even kept levitating for a while after reaching the ground, just because I could.
And I sort of had this nagging feling in the back of my head that it was because I was "in that special place", although I cannot exactly say that I was fully lucid or anything - it was more a feeling of being in the unique realm where everything is possible, and where I knew that I was "lucid", without fully understanding what that word meant.
Is this perhaps some kind of low-level lucidity of some sort?
I definitely felt that I was on the very brink of being lucid, at the very least.