Sometimes dreams are really strange. Especially this time, my subconscious created really really strange stories and worlds.
This time, I dreamed taht I'm an Aliens of the District 9 movie *-*. Mankind and aliens were in a huge war between the species. I was, as told, an alien. A really REALLY cool alien. I was the leader of some kind of a speciel unit of the aliens. Everyone in my unit was able to fly...everyone but me. But anyways, I was a really cool and big alien. Just like Optimus Prime! Hulk! BATMAN!
Me and my unit were forced to escape a tiny little human known as the "Alien Prisoner". He didn't kill the aliens when he caught them, he inprisoned them in tiny, dark and humid prisoncells were every alien would be doomed to wait till they die of starvation. The Alien Prisoner was a really small and old man, probably around 65-70 years old. He was dressed up just like a cowboy, brandishing his whip everywhere around. And he groused all the time! One of my six people where caught by the Alien Prisoner, and it made me really really sad.
Nearly, I was inprisoned by that old fat man as well, his red cheeks scared the crap out of me, allthough he somehow looked like santa. I managed to escape from him, just like my companions: By flying! In that moment, I just learned to fly!

....And in the next part, I suddenly was a 9 year old, little, cute boy who somehow became a paladin. I was riding on a cute little lavender unicorn. Her name was Leonie and she somehow had some kind of impaired balance because she fell over all the time. BUT I loved her <3 Together we were ment to save my friend Fridolin who was somehow utterly ill...but I don't know if we really managed to save him because I woke up.

SOMETIMES...I LOVE my subconscious.