The other night I was a werelion flying gleefully through the city when I couldn't fly, then I could, then I couldn't. I was getting frustrated. I told myself, "This is a lucid dream. I just have to know the right technique to fly. Flap my arms? No! I just need to expect to fly."

I expected myself to fly, jumped up, and landed on the ground. I tried it again, flapping my arms. I must've looked silly, a nine foot tall werelion jumping up and flapping his arms in frustration!

Then, I told myself, "I don't need to expect to fly. I already can fly. I just need to belief in myself."

I shouted to the heavens as I suddenly rocketed into the sky, "I BELIEEEEEEVE IN MEEEEE!"