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Myself and a party of people descended some stairs onto a beach. The beach was littered by rolled-up bags. The size of trash bags, but made from a material more like jute than plastic. We started grabbing them, and dragging them off to the side because they were littering the beach. That's when I noticed there was something inside the bags. On one end, the bag was 'swollen', and I could see whatever was inside was slimy, organic and warm. I felt very uncomfortable all of a sudden. I realized these bags could be like eggs, hatching some kind of bizarre creature inside. The others didn't care and continued, but I went back up the stairs, which I now saw was a heap of these jute sacks stacked like stairs. I moved to the top, and started throwing off bags to destroy the stairs and to ensure nothing could follow me if they started hatching.

Although I cannot remember exactly, I have been planning to get from UK to France.
Because somehow I was unable to fly or use a boat, the plan was to go in a truck. Some friend of mine had a father that could arrange that. The father was ill or disabled and would go too. I remember going to a boarder office somewhere at the harbour. I purchased some tickets and then returned to the loading bay where the truck was. Two builders were loading loads of bags with cement on the truck. There were bag everywhere.

Then I when we were just about to leave, the gather got stubborn and decided that he didn't want to go. Without him it would be impossible. I was sitting by the door, doing something, I have a feeling that it was somehow spying on him or plotting something to trick him.

thats all I know.

NLD: I was a stage magician, a white male in late middle age. I have the impression that my character looked and talked a bit like the actor Bill Nighy. I had been doing a really long show -- it started at 6, now it was 9pm, I had just taken a break and had to perform one more brief act before I could wrap up and call it a night. I realized I should streamline the show, this was exhausting, and the audience was probably almost as weary as I was.

I was trying to find my way back to the place where the theatre was located in a huge new building that had been recently constructed for my show, but I took a wrong turn and found myself on the roof. Up there I ran into a colleague who resembled (or was supposed to be?) Gary Gygax, and we commiserated, "We're getting too old for this shit." I retraced my steps, passing a teenager who I asked about something, but his answer was unhelpful.

As I made my way back to the theatre I was carrying a large bag of stiffened canvas printed with a cheerful decorative pattern. I had picked this bag up from the room where I had gone on break. It held a nested series of ever-smaller bags made from the same material. I was planning to give these away as prizes at the end of the show, like we always did, based on calling out random ticket numbers. I wondered if I should give away the largest outer bag as well, or save it to carry the smaller bags again next time. I examined it closely and realized that it had some discoloration around the handle and decided that it wouldn't make a very nice prize because it wasn't in new condition.

I remembered two dreams last night.

For the first, I have a very vague recollection of dreaming about being in the Merlin universe. That's literally all I remember of that dream.

My other was as follows:
I was myself in the dream, which is fairly rare for me - normally, I'm someone else or, even if I can't see who I am, I get the sensation that it wasn't 'me'.

I left my house to walk to the bus stop (it's about a five or six minute walk down the road). I went of my house carrying my work bags, and headed off. A couple of minutes later, I realised I was missing my bags! Assuming I must have somehow put them down part way along, I turned around to find them. Though I was trying to walk back towards my house, I kept forgetting what I was doing and turning around to carry on to work. Then I'd remember and turn back again to look for my bags!
I repeated this a few times, walking part way down the street before turning, walking along again towards the bus stop and then heading back towards the house in search of my bags.
The street I was walking down wasn't my own real street, though it was to my dream self. There were a lot of people walking around me, going in both directions. It's usually quiet in the morning when I'm walking, but in the dream it was busy. I only really remember one of the people; a little girl who I kept passing as I went back and forth. I don't remember much about her, but she felt significant. She was the only thing in the dream that I felt anything about. I knew I needed to go to work, and I knew I needed to get the bags, but neither seemed important. But I connected something to that girl, emotionally. Couldn't say what though.

Again, another night where I didn't remember much. Frustrating. My sleep schedule has been irregular, which doesn't help.

In the last dream of the night, I walked a few miles down the road from my aunt's house to a convenience store that doesn't actually exist. I wanted to buy 2 gallons of milk, some food, and some candy bars. I didn't have enough money for the entire purchase on one card, so I had to do 3 separate transactions for less than $4 each. The clerk put each transaction in its own plastic bag.

I began to walk home. The milk was heavy and somehow both my hands and arms were full, and the bags were unwieldy. I stopped at another store to meet up with my mother. For some reason I set the bags down momentarily and went into the store. When I returned, my bags were gone. I didn't have any more money left to buy any more milk or food, so I curled up in a ball on the ground and began to sob.

Im outside of the hole in the wall I normally visit talking to some people. This brunette girl and I are having a conversation. I dont remember what we were talking about, but I know I like her.

We ended up goin on some trip in a van and I was sitting next to her. She had this candy that was sour and sweet at the same time. Normally I don't eat candy at all but I asked her if I could try it. She licked one of her fingers and rubbed the candy and held her finger out and asked me to try it. I grabbed her hand and and licked and sucked on her finger. I told her something cheesy like I wanted to taste it from lips now. She leaned forward and our lips touched. I pressed mine against hers and we both opened our mouths at the same time. My tongue danced around hers as I took in the flavor of this strange candy....both of them.

Date: 05/07/2012
Place: Home
Time of getting into bed: midnight

Dream 1 - non lucid 6.25am

I am talking to a friend about OBEs, I'm telling him how to do it, so he has a go, and floats like a ghost out of his body! When he returns I tell him he is a natural, and he is really happy. We are in a strange room which vaguely resembles an outhouse in a house I once lived in as a kid. There are big, nasty looking spiders all over and some other horrible insects. I had to keep telling myself good thoughts, so that I wasn't scared and the spiders didn't attack. I told my friend the more spiritual people can leave their body for up to one minute each time.

Suddenly my childhood dog appears, he was aggressive little terrier and I warn my friend he may bite. My friend lifts me up into the air to save me, but I panic because this is when he gets angry and bites, when people are touching each other. I try to tell my friend this but my dog starts jumping up, trying to bite me, at one point he catches my clothing. I beg to be put down, and my friend agrees, but although I know he won't bite me now, the dog runs up and bites me anyway.

Dream 2 - non lucid dream fragments

Me and some friends are eating popcorn, covered in warm, sweet toffee sauce. We share a big bowl.

In my DJ, it says 'GHOSTS, SPIRITS, SCARY.' but I am not sure what this means. I must learn to not write random words because I never remember what they mean.

Some scary faces on tshirts are chasing me, one of them bites me.

Dream 3 - non lucid 8.12am

My sister gives birth to twin babies, they are 6 months early, and very very tiny, like little toys. I help her look after them because they are poorly and delicate.

There is a man (in his 50's, fat and balding, has glasses, a bit weird looking) he uses our toilet, but then won't come out. I look under the door to see what he is doing and he is taking off all his clothes, I am disgusted, and decide to leave. I want to leave now because I fear that if he sees me leaving he will follow, and I really don't want him to follow. However I have lots of plastic shopping bags to carry and it takes ages for me to pick them up while he is in the toilet, I worry I won't leave in time. Inside the bags are cardigans, and sherbert amongst other things I can't remember. The dream is taking place at night, it is dark outside.

***NOTEWORTHY***
The dog dies many, many years ago. He really was very vicious and would bite anyone who touched anyone else
I'm not scared of spiders
I was reading about OBEs before bed
I don't wear cardigans nor do I eat sherbert!
My sister did have a premature, poorly baby years ago, but now he is very well.

I took a bus. When I went down, I don't have any of my belongs anymore. I think I forgot it on the bus. I recall carrying 3 bags. I saw my high school classmates and some clan mates back in Bacolod.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I sat at a small dining table in "my apartment." My friend H sat across the table from me. The table was narrow, and the room was kind of drab. The walls may have been some kind of dull green, and the only other thing in the room may haved been a bed.

H was being really mean to me. It seemed to be because she was in a bad mental state. I figured this was because she had been talking to her old boyfriend, C.

I got really mad that H had let herself get mixed up with C again. I stood up and leaned all the way across the table, getting into H's face. I said, "Are you talking to C again?" H may have given some kind of non-verbal confirmation.

I sat down and leaned back in my chair. I said, "Get out of here, you disgusting b---h."

H stood up and headed for the door, upset and in a really scattered state of mind. She had brought a couple of bags worth of stuff to my house. I told her as she was leaving to take her stuff with her. But she wasn't listening to me.

I took the stuff and sat it outside the door. H was already heading down the stairs. I yelled at her that I was leaving this stuff outside of my apartment, so she better come pick it up. But she didn't listen.

I went back inside my apartment. I was a little worried for H's stuff, but I wasn't going to bring it back into my place. I went back into the bedroom. I figured that I would go away somewhere, take a few days in another town. That way I could make some kind of final separation from H.

I found two small items of H's still in my room. One was a small, padded manila envelope with some kind of Japanese writing on it. Another was a thick card that looked like its backing was made out of manila envelope paper. This card had Japanese writing on it as well, something like an advertisement for a destination or some kind of clinic.

I looked into the envelope. It was full of medicine and inhalers. But it also had something which I couldn't see clearly, but which reminded me of a box of condoms. It seemed clear to me from this that H was messing around with C again, which was definitely bad news and something I wasn't willing to be a part of again.

I got really worried about H's stuff outside. I was afraid it would get stolen, because it seemed like the people in my apartment were really crooked. But I just didn't want to have anything to do with H anymore.

For some reason, I called H to tell her that I was going on a trip somewhere, but that I found two more packages of hers at my place. I'd just mail these packages.

At some other time I got a phone call from H. I imagined that she would ask me where the bags were that she'd left at my apartment. I imagined that I'd have to tell her they were gone by now, if she hadn't come back to get them. I imagined that she'd be mad.

Dream #2

I was sitting in a kind of small bedroom, which may actually have been a studio apartment or a dorm room. I sat on the bed, with my back against the wall and my legs partly off the side of the bed.

A mother stood with her back to me. She had two daughters, both of whom were young, one of whom may have been about eleven or twelve years old. Both girls stood with their backs to me as well, and in front of their mother.

The mother was acting as if she were driving a car somewhere. It really was like she was driving a car and taking us somewhere. It was like the girls were in the front seat and I was in the back seat. The younger sister looked back at me. I smiled at her in a kind of flirting way.

The younger sister got interested in me and sat down on the bed next to me, on my left side. She was blonde, and she wore a red and black or pink and black flannel jacket and blue jeans. She may have looked older that eleven, maybe even in her late teens.

At some point I may have laid my hand on her leg. She held my hand. I felt really excited. I thought I might try to make another move. But I then thought, Isn't this wrong? I'm a lot older than this girl. She's really young. I shouldn't be getting romantic with her like this.

The older sister now wanted a little attention as well. She sat on the bed, to her sister's left. She had tan skin and brown hair. She wore a short, white, satiny dress that looked like a Chinese-style skirt-dress. She was really sexy, but I wasn't incredibly interested in her.

The girls had to go somewhere. They said they'd be back. I was kind of glad to see them go -- I was a little freaked out that I had been making moves on an eleven year old girl. But before the older sister left, she said she and the mother would have the younger sister come back into the room so she could be alone with me.

I was really excited about this. I thought, Well, if they think it's okay, then it must be okay! I lay down, stomach down, on the bed. Somehow I realized that the situation was different from what I'd thought it had been. There were a few people coming to this room in a while. There was going to be a party, probably with old friends of mine from college.

I may have walked into the bathroom. When I came out of the bathroom, one of my old college friends' mothers walked into the room. She was nice-looking, older, skinny, blonde. She wore a form-fitting, dark blue sweater and dull, blue slacks. She had something like dry cleaning in her arms. She folded the dry-cleaned clothes over a chair at the dining table.

The woman and I spoke politely, but it seemed to me like I wasn't classy enough to be a satisfactory friend for the woman's child, and that somehow the woman was restraining her disappointment in me.

Dream 1
So, I'm in this room with lots of my friends and I have quite a few bags. Two are plastic bags with shoes in them, two more are like canvas rucksack bags and I also have a trombone in a black case (even though I play the sax). I say goodbye to everyone and walk out of the room, which is a dark green room with a few windows on the left wall. Everyone is happy!

I leave the room like everyone else and I go to the bus I catch so I can get home. When I'm on the bus I have all my bags but a couple of DC take my trombone and take it to the upstairs of the bus. I don't seem to mind, in fact I smile and laugh. When it comes to my stop I get up and start to walk to the front. The driver stops and before getting off I remember my trombone. I tell the bus driver to wait and then chuck all my bags out of the bus and they land on the pavement. I storm upstairs and grab my trombone from the DC and run down the steps. I'm really angry that they took it because the driver has already drove on past my stop.

I get off with my trombone at the next stop knowing I can collect the other bags left on the pavement because the stop is only a few yards down the road. The stop turns out to be where the number 5 stops. Which is in town! I'm really confused and worried as I don't have any of my bags except for the plastic ones with the shoes in (even though I chucked them off the other bus).

I see my friend Bethany, whom I haven't seen for a long time and we greet eachother I tell her my problems and she tells me not to worry as we can get this other bus she knows about which is free and takes you wherever you need to go! Bethany starts running and I run to catch her up as the bus is leaving and I pass several different people on the way, all whom look at me strangely.... I wake up before I can get to the bus

Dream 2
I'm in this street filled with coloured wooden terrace houses. They are dark purple, dark blue, dark green and black and dark red and basically lots of dark colours. They have white around the windows and white doors though. There are lots of people running and I am running with them. We run to this trailer type building and are met by this man who explains us the rules of this competition that we're all part off. We're all excited and he tells us to get started! Everybody leaps into the trailer and we are all chatting. I see another DC who appears to be my friend and I tell her to hurry up otherwise we'll never get started. She joins us but as she wasn't there during the briefing she doesn't know what to do and another DC and I get very mad at her.

After we had finished what we were doing (I can't remember what it was ) I left and went into this dark purple house, which is where this important woman lives. She may have been a queen? She had long black hair and was very beautiful. I'm sitting with her along with several other women and then the dreams ends because I wake up

Thats it!