I didn’t sleep well but only had to get up once to go the bathroom. My dreams were fantastic if a bit sad at times. Mostly I was in my twenties. It was a hilly London urban area about 1900’s I found myself in at first. I was pushing a petal car up the slope. There was a lane at the top that Vered off behind some trees so I headed for that. I parked the car there then went though to the shop. There was all kinds of magical games and trinkets. The owner was dressed as Peter Pan. He explained the games. I wish I could remember them the way they were, there was one that was based on Sherlock homes. I spent idyllic time there then I had to go home which was in the 1940’s in the mountains, but I was still 20’s. I had ordered the games to sell them. I shared a space with 4-5 other people we each had our own space in a wooden store. The store was in the woods and the others sold camping and mountain gear. Then someone stole all our stuff and a new modem brick building was being built. I wolfed the mystery it was a couple that sold the mountain goods, they wanted to get back to the cities and wanted the insurance money. We stocked the store again but not with any of the magical games. Just ordinary games. I went back to the shop in London and was welcomed back. I didn’t want to wake up but stay at the magic game shop.