Fairy

I've just woken from a dream where I was a tiny blue fairy and I had two other fairy friends with me. We were in a huge building like a shopping mall with many people wandering about below us as we were flying up in a spiral and showering the people below with silvery pixie dust that may have been invisible to them but had some wonderous effect. When we reached the very high top of the inside of this place, the green fairy with me died, but it was not sad because I now had to reach a place across a city, to a magical tree on the shores of a lake where I would find the green fairies reincarnation and awaken her somehow or open a flower bud of this tree and a baby fairy would be found. I set off flying above a city. But I had turned into a blue bird and the city had beautiful domes and spires and bridges like a mixture of the kremlin and Topkapi (the huge mosque) in Instanbul. Or like the Taj Mahal. The bridge spans from a great rocky moutain over a steep gorge and is one I have dreamt of many times before (it is a beautiful bridge). So I am now a blue bird with a mission to fly across the city to a huge magical tree by a lake. And I had with me a large bird like a goose as a companion but somehow he got injured and I had to carry him and fly but which was difficult but a strong wind came and lifted us both and bore us up. The dream ended here but I'm sure if I didn't wake up we would have made it. It had that feeling about it. It made me feel beautifully happy. There are other things in the dream such as talking to an old woman and feeling embarrassed because I had wet myself after the green fairy had died and before I turned into a bird.(I think she is the one who hurt the goose)