Yeah, it was a flying dream, though I didn't realise it at first.

It was some kind of a trade fair. Not sure what kind, the stalls I remember the most were with some kind of new-agey stuff... Maybe stuff like the things sold at gift shops. Colourful. There is no point in going into the details, they've faded, I have no idea what kind of a fair it was. But it was a fair, of that I'm certain.

There was one main pavillion. A big, round pavillion, with several spiraling levels and a large open space all the way to the top in the middle. It connected to a number of more traditional open pavillions of rectangular shape, which didn't seem to figure much in the dream. The other pavillions were full of exhibits and stalls, but they were always somewhere on the periphery of the happenings, as I seem to have spent most of the time in the main one, with its new-agey stuff.

I moved by flying. As I've said, I didn't realise it at first, but my movement was so effortless, gliding, and always somehow above the crowds (there were crowds, it was a fair, after all), that it couldn't have been anything else. And it became obvious in the end part of the dream.

The end part was the "action" part of it. We were leaving the fair. I say we, because in the course of the events, I became a part of a group. I have no idea why, or who those people were, or why they were at the fair (but I have no idea what I was doing there, either). In any case, we were leaving. We were supposed to catch a train to the Netherlands at the train station below the main pavillion. It was a large train station with many platforms you could somehow get to from each other directly, without using any passages above or below. This might seem strange, but since I could fly, and judging by the ease with which they kept pace, so could the other members of the group.

When we got to the platform where our train to the Netherlands was supposed to be waiting, a railway official told us that we were at the wrong platform, and that our train is leaving soon from another one, in the above-ground part of the station so far from where we were that it might've as well been at another station entirely. This caused considerable consternation, as it was very important that we catch that train. Why it was important, and why we were going to the Netherlands in the first place (and from where, exactly), I'll never know.

So we rushed towards the other side of the station, first through the part under the main fair pavillion, then through some incredibly industrial-looking scenery full of freight trains, finally reaching our destination, which looked very much like the part of the station we came from, only I couldn't be sure if it was above or below ground. I somehow reached our platform ahead of the others, just as our train was about to leave.

Here the dream forked in three simultaneous directions: first, I jump into the train myself, leaving the others behind; second, I try to stop the train so the others can catch up; third, we all miss the train. I suppose this was supposed to be about me trying to weigh my options and decide, but I'll never know what decision I made or if we caught that train or not, because this was where the dream ended.

(Extra credit: recognise the reference from the title.)