A group of friends and I are sitting in front of gaming computers. We had a triangular plane that looked like a spacecraft and fought the three other enemy planes. Two enemy planes were destroyed and my plane chased down the last and escaping off the computer screen. It led me into another world. The enemy plane became a species of cattle sized birds flapping their wings. There were large pastures of green grass or grains that supposedly were foods of the enemy so I became a lawn mower according to my conscious in the subconscious state. It then occurred to me there could be more food fields for these birds. I then ran or flew or traveled in mind subconscious mind. I met a species who could live in water. They had tree roots growing on top on them-symbolically. I told myself that these creatures had an alliance with the large birds to capture me. I had to quickly convince them to form an alliance with me because the large birds might attack me under the water and drag me into the depth. It turns out there is a reward for the lost little daughter of the roots people. Then my spirit saw an elephant that was supposedly me. It took a seed and rapped its trunk around it and threw it firmly into the soil. Magically, a shoot rose from the seed and became the lost daughter. The father of the root daughter was reluctant to pay the sum. My spirit saw on a Chinese fan someone held, a huge sum of money starting with the number 8, according to my sense, that someone was still me, although I was not in that body. Those somewhat sloppy words were written vertically just like ancient Chinese texts. I was not actually paid and no money was seen. It was only my sense that thought I was paid. I snapped the fan close and left light-heartedly and triumphantly. In my dreams the enemy becomes friendly if I believe it to be so and vice versa. I can be in a moment of danger and then suddenly become safe. Help arrives if I believe that it will help me, if I have the slightest fears, then my situation becomes dangerous. Just then, my mind was at the border of conscious and subconscious. What a beautiful and magical experience, it’s a pity that I will wake up soon, I thought. I clanged onto the last few feelings and pictures of the dream, and passively unwilling to let it go. Just then, a name came into my mind and I remember it clearly and vividly-Zaeifa Iambia.