Night butterfly

We were sitting on the rooftops, pretty old houses with gardens and fields. It was evening, in the yellow light of the sunset. There was no one around us, me and Thomas.

(Why would this first name "Thomas" appear in my dream? I don't know. )
I saw Thomas from above as if I were on a very high tower, and very far from him.

Thomas was a cute little boy, 10 years old.

He happily runs behind butterflies in the green field.

I said to Thomas, "do you want to catch one?" ( Thomas did not answer  not )

Where does a transparent plastic bag come from in my hand !? I caught a butterfly with this bag. I got it.

He was dark, handsome, tall and strong. He was trying to escape from this plastic bag first by his wings. I pushed its wings inside. Suddenly, it transformed its 2 antennas or its legs into round pipes, turned metallic, black around 1cm in diameter and pushed up to 10cm in length to pierce my plastic bag. The last one was already in my black solid pvc backpack .. Seeing a weird metallic black tip, the fear of touching it, I couldn't help it .. (Helpless!)

So he managed to make an opening to escape ...

(Sad! No butterfly for Thomas. Thomas still doesn't say anything ..)

I consoled myself, telling myself that: "nothing is better than a free butterfly, which flies in the air, instead of being in a plastic bag". Above all, a moth, a beautiful moth ... Isn't it, Thomas!

The dream of 8/28/2016.