8/10. I want some of whatever you smoked before you dreamed that.

It's not my most recent dream, but it's a recurring one. I am at a bazaar which my mind insists on describing as Turkish, although it looks more like something out of Arabian Nights. I am looking for something, but I can never remember what, and I am being chased by someone, but I don't know who or why. Eventually, I find what I was looking for. It's always a purple carpet with gold embroidery, yet I never remember that in the dream. I never see hide nor hair of the people chasing me, and I don't even know how I know that someone is chasing me. I take the carpet and go off somewhere with it... and I wake up before I find out where.