I dreamt that I was writing by hand and in the sort of lettering I had learned in the first grade. The thin blue lines used to guide the hand were there, as well. I was not attempting to make my handwriting beautiful, but I enjoyed the smooth transition from one letter to another. Forming words was an enormous joy. In my dream, I could feel my hand move as letters were formed one after another. When I woke up, I realized that I wrote mostly in Latin script, but some of the words I was writing were in Cyrillic script. I learned both in the first grade, and I wrote in Cyrillic at first. I switched to Latin by the end of my primary school or perhaps even in highschool, but the main reason was that my handwriting had become kind of illegible. Back then, both scripts were equally acceptable to my teachers. All they cared about was legibility of handwriting. At any rate, the smoothness of handwriting was a great pleasure to rediscover in my dream. Lying in bed, I kept forming letters, words, sentences with my hand. And everything connected perfectly. The skill was still with me after so many years.