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It is daytime and the weather is pleasant. I find myself in a very spacious garden that is attached to a
large country farmhouse. The property is a bit of a mish-mash of an aunt’s old house and of a friend I
once visited. The garden (unlike the one in the other dream from this night) would appear to require a
bit of work doing on it in the form of trimming hedges, cutting lawns and generally tidying up.
Fortunately I am being helped by a giant black man who is a genie (!?) the man is very tall easily over
seven feet high but is also extremely muscly and built like a wall. He has a bald head and bare chest he
wears a pair of very baggy black Arabian or pirate style trousers a bit like pyjamas. I study the man’s
skin and see that the colour is like a deep brown bronze colour, it has a sheen to it and almost glistens
with a very faint dark golden green hue.
The man seems very friendly but without further a do and not saying a word he heads off into the
garden to set about the work. For my part I receive some kind of ethereal public announcement
message telling me to head over to the garden shed as there is something important there that I need
to pick up.
I head off to the shed and open up the door, looking down I see that the postman has delivered some
mail for me. I leaf through the envelopes and see that each envelope is purple and has a glittery
golden speckled pattern. I can feel one or two items in a couple of the envelopes as they are a bit
puffed out. By squeezing the envelope gently I can tell that the two envelopes contain incense sticks. In
the one envelope they are short and chunky and in the other they are long and slim.
I turn the envelope over and see that it is my younger sister that has sent them to me. There is
something peculiar about the address and mailing though as it appears the envelopes have been sent
from Scotland (my sister doesn’t live in Scotland in reality) to my Mum who in turn was then instructed
to forward them onto me. This strange method of delivery seems important and it appears that it had to
be done this way.
I sense that the postman is still hanging about as he has only just dropped the letters off. Suddenly a
very important voice something like a guide or god like character tells the postman that it is no longer
necessary to carry out checks on these kinds of mailings and that they can be given directly to me.
From what was said I understand that the post office had been holding back all of my mail in order to
check or examine its contents, a bit like customs & excise might do.
The thought that I’m going to get the mail delivered directly makes me quite happy, the postman
understands the instructions he has been given and heads off on his way.
I then realise that I need to pop into town to do some shopping, near the rear of the garden shed is a
makeshift bed or living area. I see a selection of my belongings arranged near to the bedside. I lean
over and pick up the items I’ll need for town, a wallet and a watch. There are two watches one with a
white face and black strap and one with a tan strap and blue face, I’m undecided which I should take
and puzzle over the two choices before picking up the one with the black strap.
I head back through the garden to the front gate where I see the giant genie packing away his
gardening tools into the back of his large open top van. I run over to him and shake his hand and tell
him how grateful I am for his help, he remains silent but smiles. I look down at his thin flip-flop like
sandals and see that his feet are absolutely huge and very long his toenails seemed quite long too (??).
As he drives away I get the urge to call after him, I can feel a very bad pain in my back and I wanted
to ask him if he gets back aches too or what I can do about mine but its too late as he’s disappeared off
into the distance. (The backache was a real feeling I felt as I was very close to waking at this point, I
have a bit of a bad back and in the mornings it causes me a bit of pain, this pain seemed to manifest
itself in my dream and become a part of the drama).
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It is night time and I find myself walking down a city street it is a bit busy and slightly intimidating with
an atmosphere of boisterous revelry. The street has the air of being a bit rough or of the kind near to a
sea front, in fact whilst walking along the pavement I actually pass by a long row of video game
arcades just like at the seaside.
I stop and watch a man playing a game through the shop front window he is sat astride a pretend
motorcycle playing the latest in entertainment games. I watch as he rides the mock motorcycle that
influences a similar bike on a computer screen. The game looks like its lots of fun if a little tricky to get
to grips with. The man seems to wheel spin a little bit and has to backtrack a bit in order to catch up
and make some progress.
The shop really intrigues me and catches my attention so I decide to head on in for a look around.
Once inside I realise that the shop is a really peculiar combination of the gaming arcade, a sex shop
and a quirky coffee shop that sells weird kinds of drugs, it’s a real curiosity shop in the fullest sense of
I browse about the shop which is full of men of varying ages the shop keeper is selling some kind of
strange drug or incense which everybody appears to be buying, I am given or purchase some of this
product too. The peculiar herbs are compressed into what look like Nag Champa joss sticks and are
wrapped in some thin white tissue paper.
I have been given two of these long thin sticks, I unwrap the paper and also note that they look a little
bit like the meaty treat snacks I give to the cat something like a thin twiglet of beef jerky.
Suddenly there is a big commotion and a big squad of police raids the shop everyone freezes and stops
what they are doing. The police and one chief or sergeant in particular begins singling out under age
youths and taking them outside. I seem to be spared the firm escort outside but I realise that I must
hide the incense sticks out of view from the police, as it is certain they are forbidden.
As the police continue their searches I casually raise my arms upward and tuck the papery package up
on a very high thin ledge near the ceiling and then casually lower my arms just as if I had been
After a considerable amount of time the police leave and I am free to reach up and take back down the
catty twiglet things. I head on outside and get into a car and drive off into the night, my wife is in
another car too and we drive at a close distance from one another so that we can still communicate.
My wife leads us down a dark country road that has scenes of carnage and disaster strewn everywhere,
it looks as if there has been some kind of terrible road accident or plane crash has occurred which has
left mangled metal and burning wreckage all over the road side. Some of the mangled metal looks like
the framework of two large cube shapes partly squashed and made from aluminium or steel. I pause
and think to myself that it is not a good idea to use or to have come on this road.
We carry along the road and eventually come to a more suburban looking street lined with tall red brick
walls and dimly lit with streetlights it is still dark and night time. Suddenly and as if from out of nowhere
a dark shadowy figure runs out in front of my car from my right across to my left. I feel completely
startled and a bit frightened as I nearly hit the person, as they were so close, the hunched shadowy
caped figure rushes off into the night leaving me really spooked.
My wife pulls over and stops the car and I bring my car up alongside hers we wind down the windows in
order to chat. We are just checking that everything is okay and that I still have the strange incense
stick things with me.