Somebody is helping me fold clothes and look through all these bags and things that are in boxes. One purse is yellow with patches on the bottom with writing on, Patrick says I have to erase the writing because the purse is French.
Sitting at the edge of the promenade, a penguin comes over and everyone is really excited to see it as nobody has seen a real penguin before. Then we are all sitting on a huge sofa in the sand. There are lots of objects around and the sofa is piled high with stuff to move into a new house. Somebody screams because there is a giant stag standing behind us and everyone is scared because it is dangerous. We all push the sofa to the new house and it moves really fast. I have my eyes closed as we crash through a wall with ease.
The dream is now being viewed like a video game as the sofa is guided round to the front door and we make it safely inside. Suddenly I am crawling with two others through a crowd of cartoonish people dressed in togas. A man gets angry because we pushed to the front to see "her". There is a woman lying on her side in a red dress with black hair. One of the men realises we shouldn't be here because a rash appears on our faces.
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