I'm at my old school and everything looks dreary, as if a massive sandstorm has hit the town. The air is as still as a stone in the desert. My school is full of misfits of all sorts of abilities, stuff like super powers or physical appearance such as having the body of a spider. I had feathers on my arms and the top of a beak for my nose, if I flap my arms the feathers extend and I'm able to fly. Nothing brought me more joy in that dream but flying. Unfortunately, it's very exhausting to fly when there is no winds to help, so I have to pump my arms to be able stay in the air. At least when I fall I glide instead. The dream ends with me being launched up really high for no reason and I realize this is a dream, so I shut my eyes as hard as I can to try to wake up.
And then I woke up
