Volpeon 
One of these rare days when I remember what I dreamed. This time it was a school dream where our class went to a trip to Spain. I had missed the bus bringing us to the airport by a few seconds, so I did the what anyone would've done and went to walk there. It wasn't nearly as far away in the dream as it should've been, but I still never made it there because the environment became more and more weird. In the end, I had to cross a huge river and tried to take a shortcut around the bridge and huge building you're supposed to use, but it was too dangerous. So I went there and got lost. And that's it.
