I was walking down one of the main streets in Fitzroy in a dressing gown over PVC and purple ugg boots. Saw a girl I met a at gothic club a couple of weeks ago. She was eyeing me from a queue she was in. We exchanged greetings. I was unable to stop as I was moving in an easterly direction. The buildings were sparser and different compared to the waking world.
Mark and I were in a park and he whipped out his golf clubs (these were featured in a previous dream in the evening, but besides the clubs being in the back of a van or car or ute, that is all that can be remembered here, oh and besides the transport heading to Perth).
He wanted me to test the clubs. Metal shaft, oversized black carbon head. I had one shot. It felt very nice indeed. I had a second swing and out of nowhere a Doberman came and took the shaft in its mouth. It then decided it would be a goog idea to bite my crotch. Somehow I subdued the dog and went gunning for the owner. I found the owner, ranted, raved and abused him and the bastard was unapologetic. Said he had a collie and not a Doberman when I asked him if the had a Doberman.
I was crawling around a few bushes in the normal dream golf club – fairways either running down valley’s or not as the dream shifted. I wound up accessing the dog owner’s golf club membership and transferring it to myself via some computer/mind interface and a virtual glowing screen.
I was removing large amounts of bright green fluffy moss (a variation of sphagnum) from either my bicycle or motorbike’s handlebars.
I and about 5 others were escaping (apparently from work) in a jet. One of the lab co-coordinators, Michael stated “You’ll be back tomorrow.”, and i replied quickly with “Maybe in a year”, and then hastily closed the door of the plane and slid the locking bolt on the door across.
There was a huge crowd of ppeople around the plane, but this did not prevent us from taking off (maybe we ran them over, who knows, it was a concern, what if they got jammed in the landing gear as it retracted?( the pilot -some girl I think I went to school with) said she was too tired to fly and someone else would have to take the controls. This turned out to be me. I moved into her seat as we were taking off.
It was night. there were tall trees at the end of the runway. Once I took control, the controls were not intuitive – pulling back and the plane went down, pushing forward and it went up. Twice I flew under high tension power lines, marginally missing scraping the tail on the wires. Then i had to avoid a mountain range. In the end I somehow landed on the side of a mountain, but a landing strip was close by – the plane was pushed there so we could take off again.
Between take off, there was a scene where I walked across the road to town and sat on a park bench and waited for a member of our crew who had wandered into town for some reason. It was cold. The bench appeared to be at the rear of a garden nursery.