movie, spaceship, flying late

Catching up.....
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I was walking to a movie. Others seemed to be too. I then was walking or riding a bicycle and a guy that I knew was next to me. He had dark short wavy hair and seemed funny and I liked him. On the walk I find out he likes me too. We go to the movie together and sit together, then the movie is over. As we walk out I get this urgency feeling. I need to go get this bag. It is in the lobby. Something feels sneaky about it. I either don't want anyone to know what I'm doing because I'm afraid they will take the contents, ask me questions about it, or maybe what I'm doing is wrong. I'm not sure. This bag ends up being a big plastic bag and it is between racks of resale clothing. I dig through it and see baseball cards. I think... Jack will like these, I will save them for Jack. I know there is something worth something in the bag, but never find out what it is because I am in such a rush and still trying to hide it at the same time. I think realize I left my black wool coat somewhere. I'm a little frantic because it has all of my money in it as well as my passport, keys and phone. At that point I'm more worried about how I will contact that guy again than I am the money or the keys. An old black man that is the janitor/security guy at the theater asks me if he can help. He finds my coat and I'm relieved, but then anxious again. Not for what I have but for my actions. I feel bad with my secrecy and this bag I'm holding. And that I almost lost something important (this guy I liked), due to this need for the bag.

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I'm riding in a spaceship. There is a captain (an attractive strong black woman dressed in almost late 80s business attire) and her side guy. A tall young thin fella who is a little quirky but nice. We are flying fast over the earth (but close over the earth). Either through floor screens or maybe the floor is translucent in places, we can see the ground skimming fast below us. The captain has to leave and wants me to take over the "driving." I am new and need to get used to this. You fly it partly by hand control, but otherwise by clearing your mind and letting it flow. You sort of think of where you are going, but kind of as hard as you have to think when you are jogging, you just do it. We start flying over Holland... I just miss hitting some windmills (the modern kind that are very tall) and I'm feeling a little uneasy about my flying skills... Then we fly over Denmark (lots of water etc.) Then there is a large city with a low center. Kind of a park in the middle of the city, but it has a stadium, museums etc. with large flat green areas inbetween. The people are all gathering. I am not sure if something good is happening or something bad. We hover there for a bit and then we fly again. I'm told we are seeking out a the white dragon. In my mind of course I'm thinking... for real? you kidding?  but I know they mean it.

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I am out with a friend. We are driving around. I think we are meeting friends for cocktails or something. Then we are at some sort of convention at a hotel. I have a boyfriend. A larger fella with short dark hair, casual business type attire. I really like him and visa versa. He is driving me now and we are in a flashy futuristic car. I think we are looking for some food to eat. Then my girlfriend and I are in a fast food place. I say I really want mexican food and she says.... hello! we are in taco bell!  I say.... Ohh... yeah.. but I want a mexi-pizza.... which in the dream is at some other fast food joint. They are ordering and I can't decide what I want. I say... you know, my problem is I don't eat and then wait until I'm really hungry and then can't make a decision or make poor decisions. Then all of a sudden I need to get to the airport. My boyfriend is someplace else and he bought me a ticket that leaves in two hours. The problem is, my suitcase is at my friend Penny's which is 30 minutes away. I say I really don't need the clothes, but I want my toiletries at least. We rush around, not sure if I really get the suitcase or toiletries but then I'm outside the nice hotel again. I'm anxious to go to the airport, but then a woman drives up with a white airplane. It is small, old-fashioned, yet modern. It is as if they took an old Bugatti and fashioned it into an airplane (really cute). An old man says he can fly me and not to worry so much about time. We'll get there faster without all of the check-in/security/etc. routine.  He is a nice old man and feels father or grandfather like. I relax.