Woodstocks Wonderfully Weird World of Wackiness, Warlessness, Winged Wolves, Weather, and Ducks

I was with 3 or 4 other people. We were in the middle of nowhere, all I could see was the long grass and the guys chasing us. There was a broken plane, so we fixed it with sticks, mud, and candy wrappers and flew away. The people chasing us somehow found a plane and tried bombing us. We landed in a city.

I don't know if this was a separate dream, but I remember being in the same city the plane crashed in. I was in the office of my old school. Someone that looked like my cousin Angela walked in, but a had an unexplainable feeling that it was Windhover. She wanted me to go with her somewhere. I followed her and we walked until we got to a poor part of the city.

The grass was thick and green, but the houses were falling apart. It was dark and raining, but we didn't care. Finally, she stopped. She told me to climb up the tall building in front of us. I thought she was crazy. She taught me parkour. I thought it was strange because I didn't know her and hadn't ever seen her until she walked into the office at school.

We heard a police car in the distance, somewhere on the other side of the city. Then another, and then a few more. They were getting closer. I wondered who they were looking for while I climbed up the side of a building like Spiderman (I know that's not parkour, but in the dream we thought it was). They were now close enough that we could see them. She panicked and climbed up fast, telling me to follow. Then she stopped.

She didn't say anything, but I understood that she stopped because we were high enough that they'd see movement, but we were high enough that they wouldn't see us sitting there. They passed us and then I woke up.