Wings

Date: 12/22/2019

I don't remember before the transition much, but we were at some war academy and got catapulted into the air and landed at some training place. We all have wings and we're going to learn how to fly. The head trainer guy (HTG) asked for volunteers, and I offered despite not knowing what I was doing. I took a long running start and tried to take off and failed. Others also failed. I was the first person to discover that one has to flap their wings (by pulling the red strings with beads attached, like the ones to open attic doors) in order to get off the ground and that the rest is just gliding and navigation. The HTG made me show everyone else how, but I kept crashing into things because we were in a building like ruins. At one point I crashed in an air duct and found lots of ducks. My wings were too small so I couldn't fly out. I went in a circular route in and out of the ducts for a while before the class ended. By that point everyone had figured out how to fly, and nobody was impressed with me anymore. We went to our next class and the dream ended.