Flying from a Gray Cafeteria to a Childhood Home

The part of the dream I remember took place in an extremely large cafeteria in some kind of higher education setting. The room, though enormous, was very sparsely populated. Everything from the floor, the walls, the tables and chairs and the food stations were metallic gray in color. The people manning the food stations wore forest green smocks and caps. All of them were obese. I was in the process of ordering a cheeseburger when I noticed that one of the walls was made entirely of glass. Outside that wall of glass was a cement wall that stood about four feet tall. It was a thin wall. On the other side of the wall was an enormous parking lot. I left the food station and went to the glass wall. Then, I was outside standing on the cement wall and realized my car was gone. I panicked. And then, I gently squatted a little bit, through my arms up in the air and I started to float over the parking lot. There were no cars at all in the lot. I moved my arms a bit and started to float ahead and rise higher at the same time. I then held my arms at my sides as I slowly flew around. I flew away from the parking lot and above a large group of trees. I flew even higher and got a bit nervous that I might not be able to come back down to the ground. That fear soon vanished as I navigated lower and flew just above the tree line. Eventually, I came to the front yard of the house I lived in when I was 8 to 13 years old. No one was around, so I landed on the lawn. I walked up to the side door of the house and opened the door. Inside looked like an attic stuffed to the rafters with old, wooden furniture. There were brass lamps all over the place. It was very dusty. I ducked under a wooden beam and came to a kitchen which reminded me of my great, great Aunt's kitchen in the Bronx from when I was around 5 years old. All the cabinets were open and nothing was in them except for a can of shaving cream. I noticed the old linoleum floors and felt a sense of nostalgia. Then I woke up.