Last night I dreamt about The City (this time, specifically, I thought it was the Bay Area), the south part flooded to a depth of about six or eight stories. I flew over the ruins in a handmade wooden flying machine and took pictures with a miniature camera; I wanted to show the pictures to my relatives, who were having a family reunion on one of the mountains above the floodline. But as I took the last picture, I noticed several looming shapes on the horizon-- predatory flying creatures. I dove to evade and they came after...