Ship. Squirrel, Jeep, and Golf Clubs

Four Dreams:  1.  I'm on a Ship, looking forward from mid deck, but I can't see much, like a dark curtain ahead, and beside me are crewmen.  There's a loud engine running noise ahead, and the thought,  'we're under attack', and the crewman to my left is responding, but I still cant see, then things clear, and I see a variety of crewman on the foredeck riding strange personal vehicles, where the noise was from, and there wasn't an attack, but they are all leaving the ship in a hurry.  The vehicles, the size of motorcycles, one just a large black wheel with a fan behind to propel it, another that levitates with a small jet engine, are going slow before reaching the deck's edge--one crewman is walking his the way motorcycle riders sometime do just starting out, and his is the one levitating.  2.  I'm in a store, a second hand store maybe, with a bundle of golf clubs under my left arm, almost a full set, but they are old and used.  I need a golf bag, and bags in boxes and out of boxes are displayed in front of me.  I look at one's price, thinking it very expensive, but it has been marked down, and is only like eight dollars, the white price tag says.  I pick one Blue Golf Bag up.  It;s cheaply made.  And I try it on my shoulder, and it's a Red Golf Bag now.  3.  I am watching another photog take clip of Squirrel running along a desert bluff ridge, I see Squirrel through the camera, and am impressed how steady photog is following, and with that thought, the scene tilts a bit--camera is being hand held, I think.  Squirrel reaches Squirrel's Burrow Entry, and has trouble getting through, but disappears and escapes.  Camera raises up and reveals another Squirrel is there, belly up.  An explanation is given that in this harsh desert, Squirrels only have a little time to get inside, and this Squirrel was too slow.  The photog picks the dead Squirrel up. 3.  On a dirt road, I'm tyring to get over a pass.  It is very steep on the other side, and I keep backing up, and going forward, trying to get the right angle to make a sharp turn next to a steep drop off.  I fail, and the Jeep I'm in (Silver), falls away right from under me.  I see it in the bottom of the Canyon.  Somehow, I'm in mid air, and the thought I better reach out for a handhold, and there's a large cooking pot on a rack on my right, and I grab one of it's handle. theend

I dont know how many dreams I have at night.  They may be continuous, and I suspect sometimes, they go on even when I'm awake.  It's said, one has a dream.  Don't know but it seems dreams have one!  What I recall from dreams happens as I wake up, just a sliver, and I'm at an age when one wakes up a lot during sleep!

The Ship seems to be derived from the Alliance Ships, the vehicles from one of the jet motorcycles I saw chugging a few nights in ago in Plagueland, and tried to ride, but my mage's level isn't high enough yet.  The squirrel was in scenery like the badlands near Fuselight, and the Jeep there too.  Often I go up passes in canyons, and at the pass, tilt the view to see if it's negotiable going down.  Too steep, and one's avatar falls, and loses health.  Often, an avatar will walk off the edge of stairs and such, and not fall--there's like an invisible shelf aside the stairs, this likely just the way the computer is estimating.  The assorted golf clubs looks to be from the assorted staffs and such my mage has used, and too, from thinking sometimes to play golf again, not so much for the game now, but to see what Birds and Wildlife are about golf courses!

I usually forget dreams very quickly, but tried to remember at least one for the blog, and I'm wondering if doing the blog will feed back into my dreams.   At work, I went over these four, and I've forgotten something that was kind of neat, and that's what happens if the dream isn't reviewed or written down.  The cameraphone has a notepad,  and maybe I'll use it for that.  Oh!!, now I remember, there was a jar of old nails, and bolts, and screws, in one of the golf bags, like on a shelf in the bag.  And tonight, I was somewhat dismayed to see the report of Redtail Hawk in Golden Gate Park with a nail through it's head above it's beak--some vandal shot it with a nail gun.  Hawk is flying about, and feeding, and rescuers trying to help cant catch it.