LuMikkel

Had two dreams tonight, but I was too tired to write them down, and my headache was killing me, which means I forgot the first one.

I was in my bed sleeping, when my phone rang. I answered it, and it went on camera-to-camera mode. On the other end, I saw a bunch of my classmates and few from my parallel class looking at the camera. Some small-talk occurred between us, and the guy who made the call tells me to turn around. I tell him I can't, because I'm in my bed.
"Just look behind you" he says. I tell him:
"There's nothing behind me. If I turn around I will suffocate in my pillow". Another guy, Peter, then comes on and says that Communication is boring. I ask him why, but I don't remember if I got a response.
The dream changes scenario to my garden terrace. Peter is there, as well as a couple randoms which I figure are my classmates. There is a big cauldron with some green goo in it. Peter is playing around with it. We go into my father's workshop. Green goo gets spilled over Peter. We look up and see the cauldron on one of the horizontal pillars keeping the roof up.
"How the hell did that get up there, who placed it there?!".