Last night I slept long and dreamt a lot, but all I remember are disjointed bits and pieces. Thus I remember two flights from different dreams. In the first, I was with several people in a silent craft that could hover and move vertically. I remember that we were looking at a settlement of large houses spread helter-skelter over a green hill. The houses were quite far from each other. There was no-one around, though. When we came closer to the ground to better see some of the houses, I asked my mates whether they had noticed anything peculiar about the place. They did not, and I said that we should get high up again. When we were some distance above the ground, I showed them that there were no roads anywhere. There were deep ruts left by the wheels of heavy vehicles here and there, but there were no roads. In the second dream, I was with several people again. We were hovering over the sea next to a rocky coastline. The craft was silent again. At some point I noticed blossoming algae just under the surface, and I said that I wanted to see them better. Again, the craft moved upwards to reveal the same algae all along the coast. They appeared to be connected, too. When I woke up, I realized that the craft of my dreams are always the same. Completely silent, they move wherever you wish and at any speed desired. Also, they follow your wishes without any gear. For better or worse, such craft will never reach the waking world.