When I was a child I wanted to fly in my dreams. There is a superstition if you was flying in the dream then you was growing up. I wanted growing up. All my friends were flying in their dreams but I had never been. Only once I was flying. I flew very lowly, like a crocodile (there is one Ukrain joke about crocodiles, that really fly, but very very lowly ). I flew between apart blocks. It was completely boring dream. In spite it, I've grown up:)
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