At one point in last night's dream I was carrying a plastic bag with goldfishes swimming around in it. I was with a close female friend. Not sure who it was though.
She held a bag in her hand too.
For some reason these goldfishes were vital to the continued existence of planet Earth.
And as we walked through town, on our way somewhere, a couple of guys chose to bother us.
They were riding their bikes towards us and sped up, zooming past either side of us, brushing past our bodies. Of course we were worried about the little goldfishes.
Next they got back in front of us then forcibly zoomed between the two of us.
Again, same fear.
We arrived somewhere. A home, maybe my companion's family home. A woman took the goldfish from us, setting them aside in a safe spot for us.
Then we plopped around the house, I on the floor, and her on the couch. We just hung around chatting until night came.
All of a sudden we weren't feeling casual and relaxed. We looked at time pieces and looked at the fish, worried both held bad news. The fish, with some nudging moved again and were fine. The time pieces told us we were late. For something.
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