I had a dream that had some interesting feelings, though the story that went with it was boring to nonexistent, which is why I didn't bother to write anything about it down until I had forgotten most of it.

The part I remember was someone talking about flying in Australia, and I was like "oh yeah, I remember flying between some cities in Australia" because in some other airplane dream from maybe a couple of years ago I had been on such a flight as one leg of my journey to or from Taiwan.

The feelings were of going somewhere and doing a thing, and doing it like a pro, and that felt really good. Kinda like how I felt by the end of last weekend.

My right ear's all messed up. I blame scuba diving.