April 20, 2013 Dream

I'm in a cosmic like place. There are literally planets of places, but we don't need astronaut suits or anything like that. I'm standing on a grey-brown planet top surface along with several other people. I overhear the adults saying that we're going to be invaded by some other people; I'm not sure who the bad guys are though (but I'm pretty sure they're human). I create these makeshift wings. They look kind of like the Playmobil wings for fairies—plastic and the iconic wing-look. If the small wings (I can hold one with my index finger and thumb and it's still small looking when holding it) is placed on a child's back, it will enable them to fly. I'm also able to fly with those small wings even though I'm not a child, per-say. I try out the experiment on a little kid, and s/he is able to fly. I then run over to my mom and tell her about my invention; she's with a small group of other important authority figures (none of which I recognize in real life). Because people are going to invade soon, I try to tell them that we can send all the children to another planet and save their lives, but I first need their approval of the usage of my wings. But the adults all ignore me, my mom included. I try to continue to talk to them, but they resume talking with one another (they're standing in a somewhat circle). In this planet, there are some trees, but none of them have leaves.
Everyone in the world dies because of the invasion. Only three men escape with their lives (that are good guys. Everyone else is bad). The third person (aka me) is supposedly thought to be dead. He (I) awakens on some isolated white moon; he's was lying on the ground, unconscious, and then he slowly gets to his feet, groaning with pain. Rubbing his forehead, he tries to remember what happened. And then he grabs a walkie talkie that he has with him (not sure where it came from, though). He immediately contacts another of the three alive. I believe the other guy's name is Mason. Because Mason thinks that I'm dead, he automatically assumes that he's talking with the second guy alive. "Hello __," Mason greets in an oddly cheerful voice. "...Hello," I respond slowly. Mason continues chatting as if talking with a good friend. Eventually, after about thirty seconds, Mason realizes that I'm not the guy he thinks I am, and he becomes slightly confused because no one else is supposed to have the walkie talkie contact since they're the only two guys alive (supposedly). I tell him that we need to meet as some destination (on another planet). He agrees hesitantly, still unsure who I am. I 'hang up,' without telling him I'm the third guy alive, his buddy buddy. I try to think of a way that we can meet up without getting caught by the bad guys, who have taken over the entire universe, essentially.