Dream yesterday.

I was in a huge furnature store, the size of 4 Art Vans with 50-foot vaulted ceilings connected by corridors so large you could drive a car through. Somehow I worked there or something, and the owner was showing me how to shut the place down for the night... for some reason, gravity was one more thing that could be shut off.

Left to my own devices after closing, even though I was supposed to just shut everything down and button the place up, I stayed there toying with the lack of gravity - it let me fly around at will, zooming over bookcases.

My Dad was coming over for some reason, so I used that to prank him into thinking I could use magic... but by then it was nearly time to open for the morning.

The first employee switched on the ceiling fans, and I was nearly sucked into them in some Willy Wonka-style death, but our shouting got him to turn them off so I could set myself back on the ground before gravity was switched on.

(This is the first dream I could fly AND had control over my direction. Usually I'm just swept along like a leaf in the wind, afraid the higher I go, the further I'll fall when the magic ends.)