In my dreams

So, no pictures from the last few days - unless i can describe the inner workings of my brain - i'm not sure entirely what fuels their ideas but sometimes i wake up so tired from dreaming, it's crazy. 
Like my dream the other night.  I will say i woke up feeling quite empowered and brave and heroic but when reality hits, i kinda disappointed myself; the only heroic thing i did was getting my lazy self out of bed! 
But in my dream, i was at my parent's place and it was a windy, stormy night (kinda reminiscent of the weather when i went to sleep).  I was for some reason standing with a person and we were watching a plane that was having great difficulties fighting against the weather and though it was close to the airport, didn't look like it would make it. Sure enough, it ditched on Twenty Road - a nice, controlled ditch right down the centre of the road.   I was watching with rapt attention and as soon as i saw it was going down, flew into action (for anyone who know me, i don't tend to fly into anything).   But somehow i was given super energy, and i leapt over the fences of the neighbours backing onto my parent's yard and was on my way.  I burst into the plane (which miraculously hadn't burst into flames or other disastrous possibilities) and began calmly but firmly leading people out of the plane, attending to their needs and just "getting it done."  I have no idea where this presence of mind and calmness of  manner came from, since i'm not always the calmest person in a crisis, but it was sure nice to feel so confident and sure of myself that i could be such a help to people.  Maybe it's an encouragement to become that way?  Maybe i should avoid planes?  Maybe there's hurdling in my future?  Aaah, the possibilities are endless....