Beautiful Picked Notes

Yesterday, I had some Vitamin B6 before going to bed for the first time and I really had some amazingly vivid dreams. Sadly none of them got me lucid, but they were still pretty neat.

The first one I remember, starts around a bunch of surgeons preparing for a surgery. I learn that we're about to do a heart transplantation, but everybody takes it like it's a routine thing. When we get into the surgery room, I recognise the head surgeon as my RL chef at a retirement home and the heart of the patient, a girl of around 20 years, has already been removed. I get the heart in my hands while someone tells someone else that I, "Number 3" are only here to do minor side tasks. I wind up having a piece of the removed heart in my mouth and sucking around on it while I'm in a conversation with two other surgeons at the end of the room.
As I spit the heart out, I get called to the action, where the girl is apparently in bad shape. I assume the new heart was already in, but her breathing was really shallow and her heartbeat went south. The head surgeon told me to "Save her! Reanimate!" but I couldn't get any CPR together. The surgery now suddenly got teleported from a room to outdoors in something that looks a little like a carport, with people walking by. My ex-ex-ex-ex-girlfriend comes along, talking on her cellphone. I try to stop her and get the phone, but she ignores me. Eventually, I reach into a bag with loads of medication in it, packaged a little like those cookies you get when you order coffee at italian restaurants. I find something labeled "Life Retter" ("Retter" is German for "saver" in this case and yeah, it was bilingual) and "Opium". This gave me an idea. "We could give her opiates to free her lungs and clear her breathing.", I suggested and the head surgeon actually did it.
Now IRL that seems like a rather counterproductive idea, since the Codein she got is an antitussive, and when her lungs are full of some shit, giving her something that supresses her cough reflex is just, well...
The Codein worked though, as within seconds, she started breathing normally again and even regained consciousness. I recall that at some point, we looked through some photographs of her.
Then I remember a small fragment at the end of the dream, with me lying in bed with my girlfriend. She asks me how today was and who we performed surgery on. I tell her I can't say any names but that I already saved a life "on my first day". She looks at me with an indescribable "Ohhhh get outta here" face.

Dream number two takes place at my girlfriends apartment, but only the entry door looks familiar to RL, the rest is completely rearranged. Sitting here as I type, it was also probably quite a bit bigger in the dream. I was in bed with her and some other guy I didn't recognize. We're watching TV, when I made some horrible, horrible joke. The guy chuckled, my girlfriend didn't and I started getting kinda pissed at this entire situation. At some later point, the other guy said something and my girlfriend reacted to it immensly, used it to make fun of me and told him how "sweet" he was. I turned to my girlfriend with words to the likes of "Now you're totally kidding me, right? You have got to be fucking with me at this point. Jesus Christ, do whatever you want. I don't give a shit.". Then I turned around and fell asleep. When I woke up, the other guy was in a room next door and the doorbell rang. Since it was in the middle of the night I was concerned and asked my girlfriend if I should come with her to the door. She declined and came back later with a bag full of medications. Proudly she told me "Now we've got something against everything, both prescription and without!" and I seemed to recall she wanted to operate kind of a private pharmacy and sold the drugs.
I took the bag to the RL bedroom that was empty in the dream and looked through it for a while.
When I got back to the room with the bed in it, the other guy was gone and I found my girlfriend masturbating spread eagle on the bed. Nice sight.
There's a gap in my memory, but then there's the next morning and she's at school. I leave the apartment and walk down into the city. I meet two old friends of mine who suggest that when you burn flowers, it's good when you have a stuffed nose (which I have IRL at the moment). I find this interesting and pick up the first flower I see. Out of fear that the owner of the garden I picked it from might see and follow me, I walk a different route than the direct one back home, but halfway there, I lose the flower somehow, so I pick another one. It's a sunflower. I do the same avoidance thing again, eventually winding up on the small street running along before the front of our school complex, meeting a girl I went to school with and a teacher. The teacher asks me wether happen to be walking up the street and then between the two gyms, which I'm not. At this point, the sunflower suddenly starts behaving like a parachute, being dragged around by the wind. It gets really hard to hold on to it, much less walk with it in hand. I get about ten meters, then I lose hold of it and it flies(!) away. The dream ends.

The last notable dream I recall takes place in school. As I mentioned before, I'm out of school since early summer this year.
I have nothing to do, so I visit some friends who are still in school. I recall only some of them actually existing in reality. A couple of friends then drag me into class to spend an hour there. It's German class, apparently, but the teacher actually teaches math and physics IRL. The lesson is about some short story about a girl who drifts off in thought during class. I remember that a point about it was that she referred to the teacher in the story exclusively as the "vulture" and something else as a "god", I forgot what though. I chatted with friends in class and actually paid attention to the teacher. At some point I started feeling really terrible and started to miss these times, wishing I could get back in school. With this feeling, the dream ends.