Here's a bit of dream I remember from last night:
I was in some kind of garden with fences and fixtures. This had some connection with "an episode of The Simpsons where they go to Australia". I begin to float upwards, looking down on the cobblestones and the fences. I now have this ability to fly around, and I can will myself to rise upwards. As I get higher into the air, I look down on the garden and find that it has turned into a car boot sale. You know, a bunch of people park their cars and sell stuff at stalls next to their cars. As I am flying around, I start to sing "The Kuru Field of Justice", the first movement in Philip Glass's opera "Satyagraha".
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sMtDI539bvI
While I am singing, I pass a stall with some old ladies. Suddenly, one of them spits at me, and it goes all over me and stuff.
"Did you just spit on me?" I said.
"Yes, I did", she said in a firm voice.
What else could I do? I pushed some objects off the old ladies' stall. My memory is a little hazy, but I think I called them bitches, too. Of course, the next thing to do is float my way away from the stall as fast as possible, but things take a turn for the worse. The old ladies start chasing me, and they're bloody fast for their age. I try to hover upwards and out of reach, but I am hindered by the giant ceiling which suddenly appears in the air. Eventually, they are too close to avoid, so I face them. I crush them with something shaped a bit like an ironing board, then I wake up in the midst of the night. I went back to sleep and dreamed some more, but I don't remember the dreams clearly enough to describe here.