This night I dreamt about flying again. I have forgotten a lot of the dream already.

But I do remember flying above a huge tree and having serious trouble making my way forwards because of a strong headwind. I kept flying higher and higher, because the wind was pushing me up. So I decided to land and not fly so much after all, since it was way too difficult. I also remember wondering whether it was special that I could fly or not, because I couldn't quite remember if people flew that much. But I could recall having flown lots of times in cities before. And since it wasn't very difficult to fly, people would probably not think it was weird.