Smuggling and Towers.

 

All night going back into the same dream.  We were smuggling a type of drug, not using it just moving it.
A tower in a harbour is where it started.
Spent ages in a multi-storey building that felt like a leisure centre with bunk rooms.

We were moving stuff in pillowcases up and down escalators and hiding it in bunk rooms.

Next dream was the same stuff, this time with a guy too.   This building was watched so it was must harder.  He was more experienced than us and being moved to another facility. 

He took half our stash with him, the rest I moved.

There was a strange space under the bed that opened into what was like an Indian indoor market space.
 

We moved it as far as my main dreamspace were Em was, we go with a bunch of people to Ali's house where they are waiting at the door to see her new chihuahua puppy.
Ali wouldn't talk until most of the crowd has seen the dog and left.
Em and me were preparing to play some laser gun game in the sky. 

Last dream was like a fairy story.  A tower where a woman had a locked room, she was a sorcerer and I was her apprentice or similar.

The room was kept locked and I'd wanted to gain access to change some details in the story book their.

I'd used the changes to help remind me of stuff.  I'd floated up the outside of the building and used magic to pass threw the gap in a lead pained window.  

The book was in a gold caged hard bound structure with a gold key.

I'd managed to make the changes before she caught me and dragged me down the spiral stairs into the dinning room to some other angry staff.

Was a very cool looking dream, like a medieval castle, the dinning room was on the lower floor with white washed walls and a massive wooden table.