I'm not revealing what it is but I guess it's going to be a good one. (In my opinion.)
I was falling.
The clouds were all rushing past me and I had nothing to grab on. Of course, I was falling, it's not as if the there were anything to hold while you're falling from the sky.
I expected to hit the ground sooner or later. I should have. Something felt wrong; I just kept falling without a care in the world. No, I did care; I cared when I was going to get hurt. I kept thinking of what kind of pain would I feel but no, nothing.
I turned and saw that the ground was coming closer. I closed my eyes shut.
I didn’t fall.
I opened my eyes to look at the ground again and wondered why.
It wasn’t the ground I saw.
I saw something scarier. It was a battlefield.
I wanted it wake up.
It was just a dream.