Raivess

Finally! A dream I remember! Back to being someone else though...

I was the Bicentennial man (from that Robin Williams film), but I still lived and worked where I do in real life. In my dream, I was in a first aid course, in the conference room where I work. I was being amusing and everyone was laughing (I'm not generally the centre of attention - or even hugely outwardly spoken in reality, so that was quite strange). We had a test, and I flew through it with no problems (though, as the bicentennial man, I guess I shouldn't have had trouble!)

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.