We had finally made it.
Looking around me, we were nestled in a small mountain valley with the mountain peaks to our backs, and an aspen forest in the front, seemingly in the middle of nowhere.
The mountain peaks spread around us, as natural walls, with the only way to get in being going through several valleys of varying heights.
Going through the aspen forest would lead to a steep hill that went down into the second valley that was more like hilly plains than a mountain valley, it already had several mansions built with several others under construction, and with a dirt road connecting them all together, and soon, with some work, it will lead up the hill to our home.
Walking along the road past the furthest house I came to a cliff dipping down hundreds of meters to a large ridge before dropping and unknown distance deep into the earth.
The road stopped here, at a make shift airport, though it only sported a dirt helipad and runway, a bridge, of sorts, was currently under construction, the plan was for it to head down the cliff to a fifty foot ledge, at which point it would cross over the giant chasm that split the earth in two.
Until then, we had to use gliders to fly over, though I didn't really feel like going through all the trouble of getting one, so I simply sprinted towards the edge, jumping off as far as I could.
The wind whistled in my ears as I fell down the cliff, I was quickly approaching the ridge, so I tried to pull myself up, it took a few seconds for it to work, making me almost worry about hitting the ground, but I got it just in time and flew out and over the chasm.
Looking down I gulped as I flew through the air, all though I think I remember flying in other places and times, looking down into the chasm as I fly over it still makes me feel uncomfortable.
just past the edge of the chasm a small city came into view, though it may be more accurate to call it a medium sized village.
From the chasm,(where the bridge starts) a road goes out in to the village, first leading through a large park, that was currently filled with kids, and over to the main street that ran straight threw the village and out to who knows where.
As my eyes roamed the village I spotted my favorite restaurant and felt a bit hungry, I was supposed to meet the rest of my family there, though I had to pick up my siblings first.
I decided to first check the park to see if they were there, flying down I spotted several of my siblings almost immediately, on the monkey bars.
Flying down to them I approached the ground to land.....
...only to find that I couldn't, I tried to will myself down but for some reason I just was not able to.
Quickly giving up I went to the monkey bars and telling my siblings that it was time to head over to dinner.
They agreed surprisingly easily, I think it usually took.....
...it usually took longer.....
...wait, I don't think I can actually fly....right?
Dropping to the ground I felt better....
well....almost, something was still wrong, I can't really think all that clearly...
....Oh
Right.
I'm dreaming
Slowly but surely my eyes fluttered open.