As I lie upon the pillow, my eyes close softly, and the subconscious takes the wheel. By morning I wake, and ponder the memory that took place, without ever happening.

I have a sharp mind, but no brain to think. I can make a smoothie, but I never drink. What am I?

What is weightless, you can see it with your eyes and if you put it in a bucket it will make the bucket lighter?

I protect the trees and the dogs call my name, if you say it as well you'll be insane. What am I?

Short and full of heat, Nothing else here to beat. I'm member of brewery, So anyone else can be lucky to pour me.