I had this dream a couple of months ago, and I have thought about it a lot ever since. I finally decided to write it down the other day and ask for help with interpreting it. Any ideas?

My Dream:

The setting was a post apocalyptic type war zone where civilization was crumbling along with all of its cities and modern day comforts. I can’t be sure who or what we were fighting, but there was a resistance, a desperate attempt to overcome whatever was trying to defeat us. I was an important part of this resistance, important enough that people were more than willing to die to protect me.
My extremely important task was to protect and deliver these three baby chickens I had wrapped up in a blanket and held very securely with both arms/hands.
There was a lot of fire and noise in my dream, as one would expect in a war zone, and right around the point that I started remembering the dream I was in this very large covered area, like a big open garage of some sort, and there were a lot of people from the resistance fighting these very large, indestructible looking robots with huge machine gun arms and big, crushing legs (it looked like a robot toy I once got in a Kinder Egg from Germany, except for the machine gun arms). This one robot spotted me an immediately came after me, and I ran, clutching the chickens close to my body, and dove into the front seat of this vehicle. “Get down! Get down!” someone yelled to me, and I got down as far as I could. The robot started blasting the top of the car off with his machine guns, and even though there was no way I could have seen it from my vantage point in the dream, I managed to take this omnipotent narrator role and I could see the person that had been yelling to me, someone I recognized, as they started shooting/throwing stuff at this robot, getting it’s attention and then being killed as I escaped out of the door furthest from the robot and crawled out of the garage building as the robot turned to continue blasting at the vehicle.

I crawled toward the movie theater next door, which was in fine condition and lit up as normal, and for some reason there was a huge line of people outside, the kind of six person wide line that has no apparent end that you might see outside of the Vatican Museum or something. I crawled into this line of people, hoping to escape the notice of the enemy, and everyone seemed to know that they should avoid looking at me so as to avoid drawing attention to me. All except for this one guy, this guy I knew from college, Danny Mangru. I hadn’t seen the guy in years, and never really associated with him at school. I didn’t particularly care for him at university because he seemed like the slimy, sleezy politician type that will do anything to be recognized and appear to be popular, but I also never particularly disliked him; I just didn’t associate with him and tended to want to roll my eyes at him if I ended up in some type of social situation with him, but I never had any strong feelings of like or dislike toward him.
Anyway, Danny crouched down in the crowd with his big, sleezy smile and said, “Hey Joey! How’s it going?” (Joey is short for Joanna) I said, “Shh! Danny, stop, they’re going to notice me!” and I looked up, and at this point I realized that every single person in my dream was someone that I had associated with at some point in my life. All of the people in the garage thing and all of the people in line were people that I had spoken to at some time in my life. The people in line around Danny and I (Danny was about six people back in line from me) all clearly noticed and disapproved of Danny’s sudden desire to crouch down and talk to me, but no one dared look down for fear of drawing attention to me. After I told Danny to stop he said, smiling, “Oh, well I just wanted to say hi and see how you were doing!” “Danny, stop it! They’re going to find me if you don’t stand back up right now.” He replied, “Oh, ok! Sorry!” And he popped back up.
The guards had started to notice some kind of discontent in that part of the line, and I, clutching the chickens to me with one arm and crawling with the other, moved very quickly among the people toward a side door and managed to get inside the theater.

It was a place that I’ve been to in my dreams before, always in dreams that have a bad feeling about them. It’s a huge movie theater type place that doesn’t have a very coherent layout and doesn’t make much sense. I’m not sure how to describe it more clearly.

It was very busy inside and there were a lot of guards mulling about and standing post. Someone inside this place gave me a cloak type thing that was the same cloak type thing that many people were sporting. The person gave it to me so that I could hide my precious bundle of baby chickens. Somehow, though, the enemy knew I was there, and I was trying to get away from them as quickly as possible without running or drawing attention to myself. This was difficult and I remember feeling deeply worried that I was not going to make it.
I found some back hallways to escape through, but then on the steps outside of the movie theater I was cornered, my cloak thing was gone (I believe there was an episode where it got ripped off in the theater), and I was sitting on one of the steps, hunched down over the chickens, but the blanket was coming undone and one of them squirmed out through my arms (although I was still holding it) and was killed, but then people from the line started becoming disorderly and semi attacking the enemy attacking me and I managed to get away, and I ran.
I ran for life. Not just my life, but for the human race as a whole. It was at some point between running through movie theater corridors and the one baby chicken dying that I became aware of the fact that the baby chickens I was protecting and delivering held the necessary genetic material to combat a world wide pandemic that was decimating the human race.
When I started running was when I became aware of the fact that the place I was going to deliver the baby chickens was the place that Mckenzie, a 10 year old girl that I took care of for several months every day after school and when her mother had to be away, was being held, sick with the virus that was killing off the human race. At that point I felt a desperate need to get to Mckinzey, and somehow knew that I would, although I started another dream before I got to where I was going.

Upon reading this again, I realize that the mixture of chickens and pandemic would seem to equal bird flu, thus minimizing the importance, interest or significance of this dream, because it would probably mean that I'm afraid of the bird flu. However, I am not worried about bird flu at this time and happened to be living in England (before their turkey thing happened) at the time of the dream, where the bird flu isn't discussed by the media every day.
Also, in the dream I was aware that chickens had no connection to the illness whatsoever, because at some point I thought about how it would have made much more sense if it were the bird flu that the baby chickens were going to help fix and proceeded to wonder what it was about these three chickens that was needed so badly.
Just FYI.

Hi and Welcome!

I enjoyed reading this very much. It reminded me of dreams I've had with an apocolyptic theme.

Dreams of war could be about an inner conflict, or concern for the world's situation, which is full of conflict. It could also be a metaphor for both inner and outer worlds.

The part where you are in the theater wearing a cape made me think of heroes and villians in a play. Play's in dreams are often a metaphor for life. Do you ever feel like you are putting on a disguise, such as having to pretend to be something you don't feel like inside? Do you feel like you are "playing a part" that isn't genuine?

The chickens could be a metaphor for cowardness, as in calling someone a "chicken." Have you felt like a "chicken" in a recent situation, or know someone who acted "chicken."?

The chicken could also be a metaphor for a mystery, such as "which came first, the chicken or the egg"?

If I'm not mistaken, aren't chickens also a good luck symbol in the East? Since bird flu came out of that region in the world, there could be a connection to China or another Asian country.

Is there something about that region of the world that troubles you? Or perhaps you always wanted to visit there?