Dreams.

to a British school

spy

Again, I had a lot of dreams, and I remembered one moment well. It started, I think, with some kind of competition with relatives or something like that, as if each person drew a skill or a character with a skill, after which we possibly jumped with a parachute (not sure), like in battle royales, but without combat, and then each separately made their way to the required destination. The point was to be the first to do it in order to win. That was the whole point. Dunno why the skills were needed. I remember green meadows and something like a farm with apple trees behind a fence (like in my old drawing based on HeroesWorld, which I found the other day). I also remembered that I was some kind of slightly plump male elf (I specifically remember my portrait, as if from some game), maybe a druid of sorts, and I had some crappy skill, so I wasn't particularly enthusiastic and wanted to finish quickly. In the end, someone there won, and then we were walking in the evening/night along our old street where we used to live, and since we had become ourselves (got rid of the characters), I suddenly got my own skill back instead of the game one. And that's when I had associations with Pokémon or something similar. I released a butterfly or something like it from my hand, with a thin string stretching from it to my hand (I don't know how it was connected, maybe like Scorpion from MK haha). It flew upward, and I followed it. But I had the ability to control it; I just had to keep my arm outstretched and point the direction, so essentially I was flying myself, without much trouble (especially considering all my past flights in dreams). Anyway, I circled above the street, mostly looking around and down, not flying far, because my family was already by the next entrance, and I wanted to go in with them, since the entrance at nighttime always caused unpleasant emotions, and going into it alone... (really, those old buildings, dim light bulbs, and sometimes there was none on the first floor, and there was such darkness that you couldn't make out a person who might be standing there. And if you suddenly bumped into them, rest in peace. Good if they were smoking and a tiny light was visible in the dark, though that didn't help much. That place where you run from monsters chasing you. Often in dreams, I encountered danger specifically in the entranceway (my subconscious, apparently). And if I recall some real-life incidents, it's no wonder, especially at that time.) So, in the end, I enjoyed flying, and apparently that's why the walk stretched out a bit, as did the flight. I don't remember how it ended, but it was great. Darkness all around, you only see the sidewalk, the streetlights illuminating it, and the houses standing in semi-darkness. Too bad I never looked up at the stars; maybe I was afraid of losing sight of my relatives