I had the most peculiar dreams last night. I dreamt that children basically come from birds. We can still fly as long as we believe we can and I left my house and flew to a particular garden in England. It takes a while for tiny baby me to realize that I'm not a bird, but I can understand the birds and the fairies that I meet. It's all so very strange and makes absolutely no sense.
And the strangest part was when I woke up there was a large amount of birds on my balcony.
Let's not talk about how I was floating above my bed. Flying is not possible.