Hovering

I recognized a dream-sign, which had only shown up once before and got luucid again last night! Compared to two days of doing nothing before - I had done maybe 5 RCs in the day and matraed a bit going to bed, and when I naturally woke up and went back to sleep. Again I dreamt of digging a bit into the ground for some reason, and finding lots of different finger rings. I had dreamt exactly that some weeks before, and so remembering that - I got lucid from it. No need to RC - I was instantly convinced. And the dream was really vivid and realistic - I did not want to change something and risk loosing quality. But I made a small pause to recollect what all I had planned for an LD - checked if I know exactly what is the case and engaged all my senses - which worked very nicely. Usually it does not and I sometimes lost lucidity hunting down dream-senses - not this time. For taste I licked a tree, since my dream-teeth would not let my take a bite - or the tree was very resilient. It tasted salty. What I kept doing throughout was hand-rubbing and touching things. It was a really beautiful landscape - much better than I usually LD together - a bit fairy-taly - but nothing completely mad. There were plants, like they do not exist - with interestingly shaped leaves and white and violet flowers. Beautiful weather and a deep blue sky with some fluffy white clouds - sun shining and giving a fine warmth, like spring. I walked about and then hovered. Doing experiments with the hovering - getting up was instantaneous - but for the first time I really played with it - direct the height, fly in hover mode in such and such a height and such and such a speed. I had to practise a bit but got it down real nicely - except for getting an impression of long distance and high speed, where other forms of flight might fit better - I think, I will be a hover-fan now! I did remember darts - but was worried to destroy the beauty of this fairy-tale landscape and get something less enticing. So I thought - let us at least do a basic TOTM, when I cam to a little valley with two houses. Also fantastic looking - the one I entered had a door which consisted of very intricate webbing of branches into patterns - looked great. So I went in in the expectation to find a DC for asking the question. That seemed nicer than summoning dog-food. A woman in her fifties, very good looking with black hair and a red dress and some strange jewellery was behind the bar - it was a pub or cafe of some sort inside. So I sat down on a bar stool and asked her, who my true love would be. She got a conspirational look on her face, took out a piece of paper and pen and wrote down a sentence - one word per line. And I could not read it - the letters were clear and I could read it as in read it out loud, but did not understand it. So I asked what it means - and she said, it would be in a language, I was yet to learn. A mix of Latin and something else. It became apparent then, that there was indeed Latin shining through the words. She said - once I learn that other language - I would know the answer, too. Forgot to mention - I looked into a mirror too - and I looked like I am supposed to look - just that I have a new short haircut and not in that reflection. But I did not notice that.