Knocking

1) It feels like Victorian times. I am stitching up a corpse ready for burial doing a complicated suture up the chest. I am in an old stone building. At one point a woman is watching me, she is been watching me for a while so I follow her and eventually see her face, I am satisfied that she is nothing to worry about as she disappears through a door. I am back to sewing up the corpse - I certified him dead, but then I see his face move and realise I got it wrong and he is actually still alive. From here the dream becomes a nightmare. The corpse vanishes and I feel an evil presence behind me as if he has come back from the dead and start to feel very afraid. I tell myself it is a nightmare and that I have to face it (I am not lucid but some sort of memory about facing your fears in a dream) and it is not real. Then I wake up. AT LAST A HINT OF LUCIDITY?!?! 2) I knock a pint of beer onto myself whilst seated at a table. My immediate thought is 'who did that?' then I realise it was myself. Then I have walked to a different location and I find myself talking to a woman about the spilt drink as if her child had spilt it over me and saying it is ok. Looking behind her I see a glass screen and realise that we are at a holiday camp and I tell her that we are not here this year but have booked to come for a whole week next year. 3) Another dream - I woke up after and remembered it well but did not write any reminders down! All forgotten now. 4) I am in a queue with 2 female characters (?family) and we are waiting to have XRays taken. A woman is stood at a desk checking us in, collecting valuables and shoes. Eventually it is my turn. I ask her if I need to hand in my watch and she decides that I should so I give her my watch and shoes. She calls a doctor, we go together to a really bright airy carpeted room. I have a pot plant with me and explain that it is not well and I thought I should get it looked at. I give him the pot plant it is covered in a plastic bag with insects all over it. He puts the pot plant on the floor and gets ready to Xray it. 5) In my old consulting room chatting to a patient. He is telling me about a good new garden centre. I find myself explaining in detail why I will not be going there because I do not work here any more. I remember looking around the room seeing a lot of detail and having a very detailed discussion.