Wings of Dreams

A dream where I had grown wings so I could fly. It was at night and raining, stormy and the moon was shining trough gaps in the clouds. Far below millions of people all holding red flamed candles where bustling around. I had just glided over from another bulding and was siting on this thin but tall one looking down at the people and enjoying the wind blowing trough my wings and the water splosing on everything. that moment was bliss but then I woke up and everything was normal and boring.