This dream makes no sense at all. And it was awesome. It started off in Medieval France, in what was effectively a middle-ages work camp. We were imprisoned in tight spaces, doing work that none of us wanted to do, and none of us were being paid to do. I remember that, one day, whilst walking down a stone path towards our work site, we encountered a strange plane. By strange, I mean it was a cross between one of the planes with the open sides in star wars, and the early prototype bi-planes. It was... strange. There was somebody there who was helping us escape. I can't remember much about what he said, but I can remember a few quotes. As we were flying, I could see beautiful views of medieval France, with peasants working in their daily lives, as well as the fantastic architecture. Nobody seemed phased by us, flying above them. I can't remember anything else from this dream. I can remember a few fragments from other dreams throughout the night, but nothing worth expanding on.
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