The story of my 2nd lucid dream (involves flying)

This is quite an interesting story. Sometime last week, I had my first DILD. I was in a grocery store in India. I had flown there, but I hadn't really flown there, just knew I had flown there. When I realize it's a dream, I fly out the front window, smashing it, and wake up shortly after. LAME. :?

Skip to last night. This was way more awesome. I had to do something involving Pirates of the Caribbean. I could fly (again? dreamsign, anyone?), and boy was it awesome! Keep in mind, I'm not lucid yet. I was in a HUGE field, and over on one side was a rather large cliff. I get to the flying. It was really cool. I was trying to get the hang of gaining altitude and whatnot. I flew the opposite way of the cliff, through some tall power lines and over some houses maybe. Then I flew back to the center of the field, going higher and higher. Then I had the most hilarious thought possible:

"This is great practice for when I have lucid dreams"

Wait a minute! This IS a dream! I didn't just fly off, like in my last one. I remembered that the first thing to do in a lucid dream is to stop, calm down, and do some math to make sure your brain is still working. The only way to do that was to land. So I began going down, but unfortunately I woke up in the process. :shock:

Oh well, if flying was that awesome without even knowing it's a dream, it'll be more awesome when I'm lucid!

That sounds exciting!