I don't have wings but I'm flying by way of frantically flapping my arms. I see a group of people and I land to ask if anyone will lend me some goggles to protect my eyes from the wind.
I'm being dragged along on a shopping trip and I'm running out of time before school, irritated that my routine is being interupted.
I'm held captive by revolutionaries moving to another location. I've assumed the identity of another soldier to hide my own.
(Note: This is my first entry on a journey to catalogue, understand, and share dreams. I'm notoriously susceptable to starting various new projects and then losing interest so we'll see how long this lasts.)
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