Well, fairly recently, I had a dream that's really stuck in my mind, much more than any other dream I've had.
The actual dream was as goes;
I was in some kind of forest/hill area, completely covered in snow and stretching a long distance.
I was a dragon; I don't know how I could first tell, as I seemed to be almost third person, watching over the scene.
The dragon I saw was sort of white and grey, standing on the top of one of the hills and roaring as it watched my family (mother, brother, and other people I can't quite tell). I felt deserted, like they'd personally abandoned me.
Once my family has driven off the hill and behind some trees, I found myself AS the dragon, instead of looking at it.
I was flying, away from the previous scene. I could see for what must have been miles. The part that made this different from other things was the quality of the whole thing, and the fact that I could feel the wind rushing around me, cool air blowing against my face. The only senses I've ever had in a dream before, are sight, emotion, and sometimes sound.
It was just like that for a short while, flying over the deserted (minus the trees) land. I don't know what happened, but suddenly I felt I was falling.
You know when you're lying down, and just for a moment, you get the feeling of falling, and then you move, and it's normal. It was like that, but it lasted longer. I could still feel the wind rushing around me, and see some of the scene as the ground rushed to meet me.
I felt so PEACEFUL, in that short time.
That was very different, too. I'm completely terrified of heights.
I get terrified looking out of my second story window, to be honest.
When I woke up, I couldn't help but urge to be there again, flying, regardless of the fact that normally, I'd been terrified.
I know that was very long, and I apologise, but I'd really appreciate it if anyone could respond with their thoughts.
It just felt very different, and unusual from the dreams I normally have.
Thanks for reading. :)