Scary dream

Brobdingnagian and grey, it loomed over and around me, enveloping me in icy solitude. I couldn't escape. I had one choice: move it. Of course, I couldn't. Nobody could. But this was my task. My job. Shaky finger extending, lightly brushing anti-clockwise, The ...thing... whirred with the speed of cheetahs,  numbing my skull and aching my brain. My immense power petrified me to tears. Sobbing, I shoved upward with all my might. The thing shot upward like an arrow, bringing me with it. Expecting the worst, my hands met with a piece of painted cardboard. What? I blinked. It was the hanglider I made out of a toilet paper tube. How did...? "Ohhhh" I breathed, the exclamation fading out of existence.