Usually, I have no trouble knowing exactly how I would manage something even if I only knew the theory up until a point.

[ Running a war against a bigger, badder kingdom? No problem. He'd trained for that all his life. Magic? Magic was different. He couldn't rely on gut feelings alone when practice was required, learning a whole new skill — even a whole new sense — from scratch.

He, too, looks down to watch the slowly tipping spoon. It really is thick oatmeal, isn't it? ]

It isn't all dream magic, anyway. I can do, what? Mind speech? That one's been easier to pick up but what's worse is while I was only getting a grip on this cognitive crap, I got slapped with even more magic I didn't ask for.