And so here is the start of my Dream Journal.

Last night I dreamed I was flying again.  As I am normally a lucid dreamer, I can usually control my flight speed, pitch, and awe when dreaming. My dream compensated for this by placing me in a building, albiet a large, ten-story, co-ed gymnasium, with an atrium.  Essentially my flying was limited by the walls I kept bumping into.

I've never seen a gym like this in real life, nor the people that were in the gym.  It didn't have work-out equipment per-se;  People were kept busy with aerobics and karate and such.