I remember next to nothing from this dream, but it was the first flying dream I ever had. I remember a room full of people dancing with loud music and lots of alcohol. Somehow I determined the party was because all the people in the room had survived the apocalypse. I remember leaving the party and driving down a dark road. There was a pickup truck in front of me. I don't know what happened after that, but I ended up sitting on a flying mattress with some girl and flying off into a beautiful sunset. I can remember the swoops and the adrenaline running through me. My heart was racing and I had a smile on my face. Also, I think I was a guy.
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