How weird's that, eh? A couple of weeks ago, I think to myself, just before falling asleep that night, "Blimey, I haven't had a flying dream for ages. Maybe they've stopped now that A****** has appeared," although I don't really see any logic there. But that night, I had a dream that I was learning to fly . . . just a few feet off the ground, and then back down again. Next night, I was fine, and flying all over the place, back to normal. And it's been fine ever since. I spend several weeks not dreaming of unassisted flying and then when I do . . . I need practice to get back into the swing of things.