The first thing I recall is having thrown a disc at the pin on a disc golf course.  It seemed like evening. I walked closer to the pin, and saw many other discs lying on the ground nearby, so I thought to be sure I didn’t play the wrong disc on my next shot.  I looked carefully at the various other discs on the ground, and I just took interest in them from an enthusiast’s perspective.  In general, they were all mid-range discs; I wasn’t already familiar with each of them, so I just seemed to make note of the mold/brand/colors/stamp combinations on them.  So I looked carefully at a few, with a mind that mine was off to the right a bit, and it was orange.  Some other player showed up and picked up the disc that I thought was mine.  That caused some moment of dissonance for me because I didn’t believe any of the remaining discs on the ground were the disc that I threw, so I felt compelled to check my bag.  I found my bag relatively quickly.  I opened it and discovered that it had been reorganized.  It was no longer in the way I normally had it, with one large vertically oriented stack; instead it had been changed into a couple smaller stacks that were horizontal.  So that seemed to be conclusive evidence of tampering — I didn’t have any idea about who had gotten into it, nor for what reason, but I just had to ‘roll with it’ and try to figure out whether all of my discs were present.  So then as I started to take a closer look at the discs inside I came across a stack of bluish/purplish paper plates, or paper bowls, like one might have for a picnic.  They weren’t the traditional white ones, they were 1-step up, having a color pattern, so I noticed they had that waxy coating on them.  At first I thought this was some weird trick or some kind of nonsense; I suspected maybe someone had taken out some of my discs and replaced them with these cheap paper products just so maybe I wouldn’t notice immediately that my bag was missing some material that would otherwise have filled the space.  But again, I just felt like I had to roll with it, and even considered them to be somewhat of a solution as a way to keep discs partitioned in my bag.  The dream ended before I got to a clear understanding/accounting of exactly what was missing.

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