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