Please allow me to start with a short rant: When I first woke up a little while ago, I was disappointed because of the extremely large number of dreams I had missed recording. Insomnia is definitely a curse; I'm awoken so many times during the night that I often can remember (with the help of calea, mugwort, etc.) at least 8-10 vivid [although short, but still, new] dreams in a normal night, but I'm so tired and sick of waking up that I'm usually very reluctant to do anything other than lay there until I fall asleep again. Last night I was so worn out and sleep deprived that I was in bed for about 15 hours (fell asleep around 3:30 PM). The number of dreams I could have recorded is absurd.

But the good news is, one of the last ones was actually lucid. It was pretty brief, but I did get to have a good bit of fun just flying around above a school parking lot. And that's when I realized that flying is, and always has been, even in my lucid dreams from back before I knew what lucid dreaming was, completely effortless for me. Not once in a dream have I ever even had to think about it to accomplish it, and it's by far one of the most common things I do in my lucids, so much that I haven't even really thought about it until now. I'd say I fly probably more than I walk, it just seems so natural. I just wanted to share that... it made me happy despite the number of dreams I missed writing down.