The other night I woke up at 4am and couldn't get back to sleep so I took a melatonin and fell back asleep within 30 minutes. Shortly after falling asleep I had a spontaneous and long, lucid flying dream. I take melatonin every night and it never caused a lucid dream. I don't know why or if it did now.

In that dream, I had just come out of a college auditorium after watching a bad film festival. I was walking outside on an asphalt path when I realized I was dreaming and could fly if I wanted to. I lifted off with ease. The path had a chain link fence alongside it going up about 30 feet and the fencing was also above it like a ceiling. I was essentially in a chain link cage. When I flew up to the top, I couldn't get through the chain link fencing. I kept bumping into it and couldn't penetrate it. It was very frustrating. Then I looked up and saw an airplane flying overhead and thought I can do what that's doing and that got me through the fence. I have no idea why a chain link fence should be a barrier but it was.

I proceeded to fly over some city or town. I was flying pretty high but felt no fear. While I was flying, I was trying different breathing techniques to prolong the flight. I was also looking for landmarks or street signs or anything I could use to identify where I was so I could verify what I saw when I woke up. I didn't see anything particularly unique and didn't see a single street sign. I had enough control that I even flew lower to get a closer look but didn't see anything at all with numbers, letters or words on it. After finding nothing I could use to identify where I was, I decided I should just enjoy the experience. For some reason I got the impression that this was supposed to be just a flying dream or maybe an OBE but not a lucid dream even though I knew I was dreaming. I know that makes no sense. I think what I was telling myself was I wasn't supposed to be actively engaged in trying to make anything happen.

I managed to fly a long time. I ended up flying into a house where three famous actors were sitting around a table rehearsing a play. I thought it was a rather interesting story and I should write a play just like it when I woke up. Unfortunately I couldn't remember a thing about the play when I woke up. And I couldn't remember the actors either. By the way, I had no trouble flying through the wall to get into the house.

While I enjoyed the dream immensely, I felt disappointed when I woke up. I have all sorts of things I want to do in a lucid dream but I did none of them. Did I make a rookie mistake by not trying harder to do the things I want to do while lucid or did I choose wisely in just allowing myself to enjoy the flight?