Dreamt: 1st Part: Reborn in a younger body (early elementry school age) to solve some sort of problem. City school, edge of upper. Try to convince them to let me test out of the grade, and most of the other grades, but the teachers are adamant. Particularly about the typing part of class. Yelling match. Eventually, I just break out, along with a few others, and free all the class pets. I run to find my flying machine which is a simple wooden contrivance, almost nothing to it, with a seat on the back for the peddler and two or three other small seats around the central shaft atop which sits the helicopter propellers. The teachers are, like good teachers would, running after, but I'm a good 10-15 ft. ahead. It's more than just leaving the school, I'm going somewhere else. It's still unclear whether I sent myself back into my younger body or if I now inhabit a young body in the present where my mature mind came from. It doesn't matter, the affair of that feels of little real importance. Can sort of step sideways, possibly only with the flying helicopter wood pedal machine. Outside of the school, a long, gentle slope of a foothill that leads into a steeper hill is all green field for at least 3/4 a mile until it starts to approach the larger hills where it suddenly turns into a light, undisturbed (and undisturbable) snow field a few inches tall, the type they illustrate in children's fantasies about winter, where it's not cold, the snow is perfect to be in, and it's smooth and beautiful. A couple of the older children (11-14yrs?) are out enjoying the field in that strange blend of childlike with the beginnings of adult attention. One is girl, someone I remember or long for a little or need to take with me, but the teachers are chasing, so I step sideways and try to find her there, but in the other place the snow is everywhere, like a fog, and a bright light glows in the snowfall mutedness far off in it but I'd never find her, so I come back with the machine, much farther and to the side up the slope. The teachers are gone. I need to bring some friends with me, wherever I'm going, but we can't fit them or all our belongings on the flight-bike. I call birds and round, solid lizards to help by whistling in faux birdsong. Not a huge mass, but a good amount. The birds are that archetypal bird you have in dreams, the idea of a bird, where birds aren't all tiny but instead the size of blackbirds with the shape of something close to sparrows, I think, but simpler. Real birds nonetheless. The lizards are a type of gecko, well-fed, dark dark brown-black-undergreen. The birdsong isn't accurate, it's not that I'm speaking another language, but that the whistling contains the meaning I intend. It doesn't work if I just talk to them in English. It's like the little magics you try as a child when you realize it's make-believe, but may as well give it a try. Like when you try writing in cursive, but it's all just curlicues. Imprinting the intention. Maybe that was just me. They pick up some of the stuff, the lizards climb over my arms a bit, solid as animals, with a bit of intelligence, and over the pedal-machine. Things are taken care of. We go.

Part 2: Probably totally unrelated. Big house, mansion? Things. Polished wood, orange lights, night. In search of something/someone. Hostile people-creatures that are obviously not physical naturally, just a touch too stylized, feel like ghosts, but we know they won't hit like ones. Found the box (red cherrywood, nice polish, carving on lid, simple rectangle shape with curved edges) where they come from/are kept, and draw them back in. Come to a room with a piano, large classy window-doors to the backyard (full of plants and levels and hedges and stone patios and paths, some tiki torches), and general upper but not richy rich rich furnishings/furniture. And the ___________ Ember (Eternal Ember? Something). Tiger-headed man demon who is definately physical/real in the mix of European and Asian clothes a trader from Portugal to China might wear, no hat, sitting at the piano bench, not facing the piano. On the other side. Can't get inside box.
The rest is a bit unclear, but the Ember tigerman is convinced to burn his current employer (?). Person we were after, anyhow. Didn't feel like death. Might have just been a replacement wood man. Can't tell.