Dream About Flood Celebrities Rescue Winged Escape

I was…in a room. I believe a random bedroom, unsure of why I was there. It was familiar but for an unknown reason. There was a cockroach…fearfully in the corner of the area. I sought it out and killed it by stepping on it, seemingly. Then…there was Dave, he seemed to believe nothing was wrong. Despite being his normal almost-broody self, he was a bit nicer and upbeat. I thought it odd but did acknowledge his good mood. Next we went to Dollar General…a Dollar Tree store…or a Goodwill shop. We found the furniture aisle and was looking through it. I found a pink stringy fluff pillow on the end of the aisle as a little girl recommended it. Couldn’t see her for some reason, but she was there…around 8 years old and wearing Mary Jane shoes. Again I knew not how I knew that by the sound and footprints of it. I went to a more open area, surrounding a centerpiece of some kind, like a Lowe’s. But then I noticed a flood…and alarms went off as the water levels rose to my ankles. I grabbed a kayak and rowed to Dave, to which I saw flashes of a trail, neighborhoods to seek, and Dave yelling commands to finish packing and load the car. Which resembled a Black Jeep with a navy blue tint. Fresh tire on the back of it. He helped me pack my things and load them. As I watched the levels of the water rise and grow closer, as I urged Dave to hurry before this town was flooded and swallowed whole. Like an oceanfront. He got in the Jeep and I hopped in the back and ran the accelerator. We moved to the next town before discovering a commotion there with celebrities and suburban residents frantically waiting for something…seemingly shelter or housing. As I looked back at whence we (Dave and I) came, we saw a flush of water rising up on the trail. We were running out of time to escape to higher ground. It seemed like the flood was increasing in tectonic power…and rain began to fall. So thinking fast, I quickly disengaged from my belongings and the Jeep residing the way. I hopped up onto a roof, hearing the commotion of former residents and celebrities in screaming, “You can’t do that!” “Get down!!” To which I refused and ignored the jeering and chanting. I found a bulldog up on the roof as I navigated further along, and a orange cat with tuxedo kittens. I gathered them in my arms, the poor things shaking from being wet. I dashed further out the neighborhood via the roofs and trees, and found a secret staircase upwards. Bulldog started barking and kittens mewling as I turned my head to see the water overtaking our path backwards. I swallowed and ran up the staircase, seemingly forever, and watching the flood stop behind us, and the animals dry off and warm up. It seemingly felt like we were flying. Like I charged my magic to form big blue wings to fly. My hands felt hot as we made it to the heavens of Paradise. I looked down and saw no one else had made it. I lowered the animals safely on the ground. And they thanked me by jumping on my legs and pawing them. Before running off. Upon awaking a few times, I felt my back was heavier…like my wings were huge and dragging behind me. I felt hot upon standing up. And felt exhausted to fall asleep, even though I needed to eat. I woke up to storming rain one last time.