I went to sleep at around 7pm last night and woke up at like 4am this morning.

I was collecting broken bottles in this recycling bin and it was on an English looking road in this city-like city. Cobblestone? I picked Mikey up from school, which he doesn't go to irl, and there was no roof and I had my jacket on, it was the same as it is irl, and it was windy and I was picked up into the air by the wind because my jacket was really big and kind of hung off my back like a capeish or a sail or whatever. I was fucking scared shitless, I was so fucking high in the air! I was gliding on the wind, I was a human kite. I was so afraid that I was gonna fall and everyone was laughing and I was like SHUTUP I'M GONNA FALL AND BREAK MY LEGS and I started to cry a bit and then someone told me not to worry and that I will be ok, but it wasn't like a fake lie to make me feel better I don't think, I think they really knew that I would be fine. And then I landed and I grabbed Mikey's hand and he yelled to let go or get the fuck off or something and I was crying and then we left and I woke up and my face was wet