Mystycal

First Dream

My dad and I were in some kind of shop and he for some reason wanted to buy loads of scrap metal. I was there presumably to help him carry everything. The shopkeeper was in his sixties, was quite small and had round glasses and was almost bald. Upon hearing my dad's request, he moved around the shop and threw down at our feet random metal things that were on the shelves or walls. Among them there were a few old swords and a few metal rods, and they all amounted to an impressive heap of metal. We left the heap for a moment to talk to the shopkeeper about the price, but when we turned back around, all the metal was gone. My dad told the shopkeeper this, who said he wasn't surprised at all and it didn't seem like it bothered him much that someone stole so much stuff from his shop. Instead, he went around the shop again, this time making a smaller pile out of these rectangular, iron plates which were about 30cm by 15cm and had text engraved on them.
I noticed a deck of cards without its packaging on the floor and went to pick it up. They had the same back design as the blue version of Waddingtons Number 1's but when I looked through them, they all had pictures to do with 16th, 17th and 18th century Poland. The King of Spades was a nobleman on a horse, visibly charging.
I remember seeing other decks of cards, but can't remember them. One had a really interesting, red back pattern though.

Second Dream

I was going up the stairs of a rectangular building, might have been a school. I was following this youngish guy who I suspected of being up to no good. I felt I was some heir to being king of the world or something like that, and I felt that this guy wanted the crown for himself. He went up to the top floor and so did I, noticing along the way that I was being followed by I think one of the teachers from my old school. I asked what he was doing and he said that he was faithful to my rule and he was going to help me look for the guy on the top floor, seeing as the guy disappeared somewhere.
I went into lots of rooms along the top corridor and carefully looked around corners, afraid that the guy would jump on me and try to kill me. Finally I came to this one room which had a layout similar to my bedroom in my house, and I noticed the curtains were drawn, so I walked up to them and pulled the right curtain back slightly. I saw the edge of the guy's black coat and also the tips of his boots, and I looked to my right at my friend.
And I saw that he was holding the curtain so I wouldn't be able to pull it back anymore, and he had this expression on his face that seemed to suggest I shouldn't have seen what I did. I tried to pull back the curtain more while looking at my guy, at which point he punched me on the lower right side of my ribcage and I let go of the curtain. It hurt a hell of a lot. He pushed me into a chair and sat opposite, while my rival came down from the window and also sat opposite.
It turned out the guy who was helping me was actually trying to make sure I don't find the guy, and also broke one of my ribs, because every movement I made resulted in a lot of pain. So I just sat there while they explained how they were going to crown the guy and how I couldn't interfere. In the end they offered me a cup of red, transparent liquid that was supposed be an anaesthetic, so I drank it. And dropped off to sleep, ending the dream there.

Third Dream

I was driving a Fiat 126p around my neighbourhood, except it was a weird version which you could shrink and enlarge as you pleased with one of those levers you'd find under an office spinny chair, except it was under the front seat of the car. To make it work you had this piece of hooked metal that you had to hook onto a central line in front of you, which was kind of the ignition system. There was only one pedal - the brake, and the speed was controlled with this knob. I drove around for a while, at one point I remember driving it while on the roof of the car, and at one point I shrank it so much that it was undriveable because the ignition metal piece was too close to the ground and it kept jamming against it, because for some reason the floor of the car disappeared.
But on my road, I enlarged the car again into a driveable size and put the ignition metal thing on, and drove forward. I suddenly had my dad on the back seats, scrutinizing my driving. There was a black woman crossing the road in front of me and I went right, wanting to go around her, but I evidently miscalculated something and hit her. She screamed and ran to my neighbours' house, so a few metres on I braked and ran out of my car, apologising profusely, but then she came out of the back of my car and it was okay. I have no idea how she got back there, but I tried to go back into the driving seat which was now occupied by my dad, smiling smugly as if to say, "LOL you can't drive". I turned from him and went home, followed by him in the car. When we got home, there was two DC's representing my sister. I asked why and someone explained to me that she went to this secret CIA base and they have this device which makes a clone of all their visitors and puts them where they should be while the real person does whatever they went to do at the base. This is so that a person has an alibi in case they're being tailed or something.
I remember us wondering when the clone will disappear and which one the clone is, while both of my sisters were as confused as us.