Dreams.

I dreamt that I had my own beautiful, tame griffin, and I rode it up into the sky, towards the clouds, and flew over my neighborhood (during those moments, as I took off, I myself became the griffin, as if I were possessing it).
Ah, what a wonderful dream.

Before that, I dreamt that my father, who has been gone in real life for a long time, was kidnapped by some guy, and I set out to rescue him, but I wasn't in a great hurry.