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I lived in the middle of an enchanting landscape reminiscent of New Zealand. I had a view of flying over this entire landscape in a matter of seconds. I caught a glimpse of a giant castle in the distance. This flying ended at what was supposedly my house. It was 3 or 4 stories tall, but no wider than one room. It was a peculiar choice of design, considering the fact that there were no other structures in sight. Inside my house, it looked like it normally did in reality. A lot of family members were visiting. Something landed on my deck. It was almost completely invisible. All you could see was that its volume slightly darkened the air that it occupied. The shape suggested some kind of graceful bird like a swan or a goose. It was like a ghost, and was apparently a highly sought after legend. Someone and I went outside to examine this creature. The person I was with began touching it, and I was somewhat able to see the feathers getting ruffled. It gave little or no reaction. We took it into the house. It slowly and progressively became more and more visible. It had white feathers. Finally, it was completely opaque. It seemed slightly smaller and slightly less graceful than before. Instead of a swan/goose, it looked more like a duck/seagull. Suddenly, and without my realization, my house was flooded with about 50 centimeters of water, and the bird was happily swimming around on the surface. Someone had sliced a banana into extremely thin disks, and was throwing them like Frisbees across the room and into the bird's mouth. All of the water soon turned into a chartreuse colored soup, and the bird, still swimming on the surface, began feeding on it. People thought this was a delightful spectacle. I floated motionlessly through the soup to the other side of the room. There was a large collection of air pockets in my pants. I had to get up and go check out some audio or video tapes about playing the piano, which I received as gifts because Christmas apparently occurred a few days beforehand.