It was a dream.
You were a two faced villain.
You had behaved like a good classmate,
but then had planned on murdering me.
Murdering me by puncturing my flight (my "flight"- my capability of "touching the skies")
This was a dream about a dear friend. I realize now how true that dream had been. That "friend" actually turned out to be sinister and took away more from me than he ever gave me. I wonder if I am thinking too much of this dream. Maybe, maybe not. But I'll definitely be more attentive toward dreams now.
Both good and bad.
