I normally never remember my dreams, and even if I do remember it when I wake up, it's never something to note of -

However, this time, it was too much of an engraved memory to pass it by without saying anything at all  -

It was an extremely rare and strange dream, with me, as a small boy, looking down at the bloody-red horizon

An immeasurable length of black land stretched; and in the middle, a long thin tower, high enough to be cut by the the white cotton clouds, stuck placid by the wind

Hot air balloons went around the tower, in a steep spiral, every balloon decorated fantastically - gold and crystals 

And it looked so contrasting to all the scenary, that I had to get to the top of that - to see the rest of this amazing world

I think I made up like a fic in  my head :) The balloons were split into merchant ships and houses, the houses were the absolutely huge ones, and only the riches in the entire world could board it and climb up to the high skies. I remember that someone told me  that no one has actually ever reached the top of the tower before, because it was so long and never-ending

Each balloon was so different. I skipped a lot of the parts - I was standing on the filed, then in the second floor of the tower -

So contrasting - shining gold and honey-like inside, and black and red outside. Each section was different - wooden bridges, golden bridges, and even book bridges XD

I got accepted into a merchant ship - and I remember the sensation of flying - exactly like climbing a huge roller coaster drop actually ;) ours was a silver moon and sun; lots of ropes and orange lamps. The scent was intoxicating - something of a realyl strong aroma...

.... Fic idea? :D