First of all, everybody on Earth had been transformed into flesh-eating zombies. I, however, was still normal (figuratively speaking), but could fly for some reason. So I seemed to be spending all my time flying above the rest of the zombie population that was lumbering about below. In this dream, to fly I had to flap my arms (as opposed to others in which I could just glide along). And the problem was that while flying over the zombies (who were constantly keeping an eye on me as I flapped by above them), my arms would get really tired and I would start losing altitude. Every time this happened, the zombies would bunch up beneath me and wait for me to descend into their grasp. One time, as I was falling, I was able to grasp onto a telephone pole to rest briefly. But then the zombies started climbing up the pole to get to me, and I was forced to shove off and flap weakly away. Then I landed on the roof of a building to try to rest my aching arms, but the zombies began working their way up the stairs inside the building, and I was once again forced to take off before I was fully rested. This is pretty much all I remember of that dream; the initial euphoria of flying rudely interrupted by pursuit and fear.
Dear Eskeleto, Thank you for the most imaginative, comical, scary dream. You are truly a character. Whether fact or fiction. I couldn't resist. bye, Wild