... And Boy, Are My Arms Tired

I just flew in from Sherman Oaks, and boy, are my arms tired.  Do you have any idea how hard it is to flap and flap and flap some more, especially if your wings are made of paper?  Let me tell ya, folks, it's exhausting.   Especially when you wake up and realize it was only a dream.  But it was fun while it lasted.  So.  What does it mean when the SJG flies in dreams?  My embedded sources (see what I did there?) tell me it comes down to this:  I feel "undefeatable and that nobody can tell me what I cannot do and accomplish."  Oh, in other words:  Out of my way, bitches.  I'll take it.