LuMikkel

My sister and I came out of a house in the small village called Holme near our home. I somehow assembled the skeleton of a weird transport vehicle out of random pipes and other metal pieces, and just so, my sister and I got on board with me as a pilot. I pushed off in the direction of our house. Literally pushed off. I had to push the vehicle off the ground with my leg to get it floating, and not long after that, it sunk back down to the ground. Like many other supernatural things in my dreams, the vehicle used hope and belief as fuel, and apparently I didn't believe that it would fly, at least not for it to fly more than very awfully. We did cross a few rooftops however, even though it felt those houses were the size of dollhouses.