Sugar Rose

1. Eating the Rose

A scene in London, somewhere in the future. Light.
A hall, on three sides were seats, like in a stadium, only the chairs very steep on top of each other. I sit beside someone that I have not seen in a long while. She says she is going to marry. (Can't read notes).
The spouse is a young, fat, black lady. During the ceremony taking place below I take her hand. She sits on my left.
She gives me a red rose, I start eating it, because I think that is what you do and I don't want to look foolish among all those people here. We sit on one of the lower rows. We are a bunch of people that belong together, but I don't know the connection. Other people are here as well. I have no idea of the prevailing etiquette. I start with eating the green parts of the rose, then I try the red flower itself. Then I see it is sugared. I'm not sure if I'm right about doing this, but I keep to it. 
Something else happens after that, I get something, involving a young girl (can't read notes properly). Small bag.
Bottom line is I don't want all this attention.
There was a lot more about this dream, before and after, but I don't remember.

2. Leaving my Notes Behind

Night. Driver. I am forced to come along. I have to pack things and take them with me. I can decide what and what not, but I can't recall the details. A stack of papers or notes I leave behind, but I can't remember why.

3. Garlic

There is a fragment of dream where I am out on a street and someone else is on the other side, a girl, maybe Chdm, and she can smell that I've eaten garlic yesterday, when I open my mouth, even across that distance.

4. Jacket Unbuttoned

Fragment of dream where the buttons of my jacket are getting loose, it is the lowest button. I tell my mother and she can't believe it because she just repaired it. (Prepared it. There was some thought in the dream about the words 'preparation' and 'reparation'). She checks it and sees it is loose, and pull it a bit, but it come off. She is disappointed in herself.

5. Rune Book Shop
(Hypnapompic Dream)

In London, in small streets I don't recognize. I'm there with Fras and Phpa. They are looking for something. We are in the back alleys of town, all pedestrian, but I don't know my way out here. Light.
Then we come to a building, it becomes clear they are looking for a place to open a shop. We go in, stairs on the left, they are led upstairs by someone, but I look at the right, there is a room there, with different floor levels, looks like a crypt or chapel but very cosy, and I think that this might be a good hall to hold lectures and do workshops.
Then I continue upstairs. The intention would be that Fras' books could be sold here, and then mine too, because that's not so many books. And to fill the shop any further, Phpa would supply mead, and I'm thinking maybe we should have the Lindisfarne mead too, because of the connection with the vikings. And I'm also thinking, mead may not be a good idea, because you would need a license to sell alcohol.
Upstairs is a stylish old fashioned living room, spacious, under roof. There is a fridge somewhere too. A table in the middle. Can't remember the rest.