Mokaner

Dream 1
I was in the house of one of my grandmothers, however it was more empty than usual and had some extra rooms. First, I went upstairs until I reached the room right beneath the roof where a friend of mine had slept, together with his girlfriend. There was also a third person up there, but I don't recall, who. After talking to them for some time I went down into the room I had apparently shared with another friend, whom I wanted to show some picture on my phone. I could not find it at first and got pretty nervous because there were loads of porn images I had to scroll through (wich differed from waking life, I might say), but soon after I somehow ended up in the YouTube-App, where I noticed something was off. When I checked the name of the app, it read YouTube Red, so I figured it was alright. Next up I opened up a game I did not know wich turned out to be an Idle Game I had never downloaded nor seen, but my friend said it was pre-installed software so I stopped wondering and kept on playing. It was morning soon after waking, however I do not recall having a false awakening.

Dream 2
I had to do something with my bike wich involved spinning the pedals. My brother kept drawing the chain out wich at first was alright but then only made things worse, and he wouldn't stop when I asked him to. I was really close to just hitting him right in the face but just tried to drag him away, wich broke the chain due to him holding on to it. I then fixed it by attaching a steel wire in a transparent tube to it.

Dream 3
I was in a house, trying to get upstairs alongside two children (small boys the age of 9 or 10). One of the rooms had the staircase hidden behind a bed in a way that made it seem as though it went into the wall but no further. I appeared to remember this setup but could not tell where from. When we arrived at the top there was a meeting concerning the 'Lord of the Rings'-movies, more precisely it was about Gollum/Sméagol. Peter Jackson was present in the room, looking as he did almost two decades ago, when he shot the trilogy.

Fragment:
Excursion of a youth group I am a part of, one car I recogized parking.

Note:
Dream 3 and the Fragment may have been one dream, at least I believe one of the boys I was running upstairs with is also in that youth group.

I was to prepare a game of 'The Werewolves of Miller's Hollow' for my mum and my brother, however what I did was set up a Pen&Paper-RPG: making up classes, a setting, even drawing a picture of the zeppelin-airship the story began in. My brother kept on coming in and watching what I was doing wich annoyed me since it took all the surprise away. At some point we were suddenly both standing in front of our school where evidently a festival of some sort was being held. Someone said something about a beaver that was somewhere, and my brother decided he wanted to search for it. He asked me if we should look left or right, it was like some form of a dialogue choice in video games. When I didn't reply for a while, a ball of moss crawled by wich my brother turned over and wich turned out to be a hedgehog. At this point I thought that the hedgehog was what we had been looking for all along. Upon closer inspection I realized that the hedgehogs' stings were all broken off apart from three, and that he seemed very frightened. Just then a man came along, broke off the poor things' last stings and threw them to some children who used them as toy swords. This made me furious, so I bolted after the guy and explained to him astonishingly calmly that a stingless hedgehog is practically dead. He apologized, but when he turned away I added, since I had realized his stench of beer, that the hedgehogs' situation can be compared to that of an unconcious drunk lying alone upon a street frequently used by criminals. I the went to another part of the street where I met a friend whom for some reason I threw on the ground. He then put on a headset and called three friends of his, asking wether they would play LoL with him. Two of them, whom I know only sporadically, said they would whereas the third, who is also a friend of mine, said he had no time for some reason related to his mother.


NOTE:
I am not a native speaker of english, and am almost convinced of the fact that what I meant on the hedgehog are in english not actually called 'stings'. I would be glad to be corrected here as anywhere in my posts.

I was lying in bed, trying desperately to sleep (I had a rather troubled night), but four people of whom I recognized at least one were sitting around me wich really distressed me.

I also remember something with changing people wich only ever lasted very shortly since I woke up like every minute or so.

I sat in a whirlpool with several people. At some point I was outside in a wood, where I spotted some guys I thought were visiting the university but who claimed to celebrate being done with school. They were playing some sort of shooting game with water guns. One of them hit me by accident so I ran after him to wipe him with some form of wet cloth until he tripped and fell over. I got him right in the face while some of his friends held him down, but then one of them gripped a handful of mud wich looked suspiciously like dung of some sort and was teeming with flies, and smeered it into the poor guy's face. I then got up and ran, fearing that he might make me responsible for his situation. I then ended up back in the pool, wich a girl I know from school was just about to leave. I had something to talk to her about, so I went after her. On the way through the house I met my informatics-teacher who told me that unfortunately next year our class was going to be done by another teacher entirely unrelated to the topic. I do not remember catching up with the girl, but getting on my bike in the rain.

I played The Witcher III, where for some quest I had to defaet an Ice King. This Ice King was basically a human king enclosed in thick ice in desperate need of rescue. He attacked me with thick tentacles of ice that were spiked, or ice-shards that could stun me. To make matters worse, I failed to deal him any significant amount of damage, so I did die several times. Whenever I began anew, I was stuck in a cutscene for some time wich bothered me, so I decided to save right after it was over. I do not recall doing so.

I was, alongside several people, in a world looking like Fortnite. We were fighting, or rather running away from a giant. I lay under what appeared to be a bed, trying to get to some sort of an airplane wich I could complete and fly to safety. Since I was not able to leave my shelter without being spotted and attacked, I ended up getting everyone on the bed and flying off with it. I may have crashed, though I am not certain of that.

I was in a room with four groups of four sisters each. I did know some of them, but never more than one per family. One of the oldest girls took me out into the corridor and asked me if I had been kissed yet today. I said that I hadn't, but before anything could happen, the rest of the girls came out and the dream faded.

It may then have changed into this dream, or else this is an entirely new one. To get all of this dream I must mention the fact that I am usually a guy, because, in this dream, I was not. I was very certainly a girl having sex with a guy, and my first time at that, since it hurt quite a bit in the beginning. I was dimly aware of the fact that I was dreaming, because I had heard of this happening to someone before, but I didn't snap into realizing what this meant. Anyway, when I began to feel good, the guy was unfortunately already done (I saw something dripping out of me and hope this description is still OK with the forum rules), and my asking for a second round ended with the dream.

I was fighting in some war, currently in a castle. We were ordered to move out of there when I was just edgeing my knife. When I came out last, I stumbled across an officer. I then realized that I had forgotten my knife and went to get it. The officer then addressed me, describing my knife and asking if that was it. At that point I knew I knew him and he knew me and liked me and would recognize me by my knife, but also that I needed him to believe me dead. I thus ran back, picked up to knives in addition to mine, showed them to the officer and pointed out that I had picked up mine and one of the others from a fallen soldier. I left, feeling he did not believe me.