Drying...

Me and friends sort of owned a music store, or were part of hosting it. At the same time it was me and my roommate's personal room, and sometimes it wasn't a music store either.
One night while we slept, there happened to be other people sleeping in there (Vk) and perhaps one more, together with the two of us. I woke up and thought everything was normal, but when seeing their pranky faces, I realized the room didn't look the same when I woke up. Turned out they had managed to move me into one of other beds in the room during the night, just for jokes, and I thought it was funny, and was really really amazed I hadn't woken up. At the same time, I wasn't sure if they had moved me, or my bed, or even if it had happened at all.
At some point, when returning to my room an evening, my roommate and a friend had written letters on the wall for me, they said. Now I started looking curiously at all the seemingly long writings on the wall of this music store combined with beds, and most of the stuff was written for other people than me, from a time before us. I had expected a long text on the wall, but turned out they had just drawn a bunch of hearts all over the "rim" of the beds, as a joke.

In another part of the dream, we were some place special, probably with this school. The toilet routines were a bit alternative, and it worked like this. You had to go downtown to go to the toilet which was outside (yes under open sky), and climb onto some toilet construction built for a handicapped guy (a boy, probably 8-10 years). This boy was the son of one of the teachers, and he was lame in some limbs at least and couldn't help himself. He sat there on some level below the upper toilet of this abstract construction, on his own toilet. And when you were finished on the toilet, you had to, well... dry him. Because seemingly he went too. I never got that far, but I was preparing for it for sure. Turned out I was the only one who went through with it, the other students slacked off by leaving him alone.

Forest trap

Out in the forest, there was one place I had somehow managed to fall down into a cave-like small rock-opening to a different place. It wasn't inside a cave, it was outside, just that there was no way out, though quite big and free naturish feel. I had been the first one to fall into this thing. While either escaping from something, or chasing something, or something, or something, I had managed to slide on the not so steep and not so slippery forest floor and tried to hold onto logs and such but had fallen in. The essence of the dream was that I had got up, but later my friends had fallen down and didn't know how to get out again. Friends, or people from my school. But before that I was being chased by two of the girls from the school, degree of seriousness unknown. But I think they were trying to get me because I had accidentally done something bad. I stood on top of the rocks where the cave like opening was, and told them they had to be careful, even though they were doing their best to catch me or kick my ass or what it was. I ran a bit up the hill, though not severely threatened, but one of them (Krlne) went into the trap, in other words slid down towards the cave opening. I told to grab some wooden logs, but alas. Well, what happened after that was basically me being on a rescue mission for many of these people, and all you had to do was find a thick tree/branch that wouldn't break under your legs and tilt it up on a wall and walk on it, and grab an edge and make your way towards the exit, with your hands. Later I sat up there watching old youtube videos where I had beard, and my friend taking my computer and searching for pictures of a meme/cartoon that wasn't all that funny.

Hostage dream/getting killed

In this dream me and some friends, and more people I don't recall who were, were in the basement of our house. Upstairs there were dangerous criminals, and we were waiting for the police to come and deal with them. They didn't necessarily have anything to do with us people living downstairs, we just had to make sure to run instead of walk if we were going out of the house in case they would shoot us from the windows. At first they were less dangerous, and we were heading to the store for some important reason related to the stopping of these guys. We had a certain time limit doing whatever we did at the store, and I remember having to wait for the other guys being a bit slow. We also took the time to throw snowballs or some slightly heavy objects randomly over to a house and hit the windows hard before we proceeded back "home".

Once we were back, I don't remember the exact time of events, but in this version/part of the dream, we were waiting in a room downstairs which does not exist in our house. We knew they were around so we shouldn't walk around there too much. A friend of mine, my current roommate, walked out of the door casually, and after closing it again it didn't take long before I saw lots of flashes of light, but heard no sound, except some strange ambient sound caused by someone in our room doing nervous tappings on a plastic bag or a plastic magazine of a sort. I began to wonder if they were gun shots and that he had been killed, then it turned out that the bad guys were outside the door and said they were gonna fire 7 shots through the door randomly. Naturally everybody but me died, and they were gonna save the last one for the most cruel death. I was to be bound and they were gonna do something that would cause my brain to blow up. One guy had the responsibility for this, and I remember other scenes where I was mortally wounded in ways I can't recall properly. However, once he somehow bound things to my head and probably killed me, I started waking up and the dream changed from "dream" to "thoughts" and I tried to get back in since I had cracked the code, and just wanted to enjoy it more. I struggled a bit with it, but must have made it eventually because soon I was back in, but in a different setting. In one version I was myself walking downstairs to where the others were, including my brother who was sleeping in his room, And I was trying to almost scare them, by walking really silently and pretending I was gonna sneak up on them and kill them horribly. In a way, it was also what I was supposed to do. But this version of the dream was aborted and I was reset into another setting again.

Towards the end of the dream, I remember I was captured and put in a chair where a woman was supposed to fire an arrow through my head from some distance. She was always aiming for the eyes, so I managed to duck aside the arrows two times while sitting and sort of not caring, for some reason. After the second arrow had missed, I decided to make a run for it, for two reasons, one less dominant than the other. I felt it was still just a dream, and I could do it if I wanted. But not so much, still. The other reason was that if I was gonna die anyway, it wouldn't hurt to try to escape first. Since they hadn't bound me to the chair, sillily enough, I made a run out the door of the room (which was upstairs), and she immediately chased after me, as she was ready for it. It was no longer my house, but I found an exit leading to a staircase in the very left end of the corridor I was in. The staircase was spiral and a pole followed it all the way down, and I held it and sort of swung my way all the way down and ran as fast as I could out the door which led to the outside. It was almost like a school area and I felt I didn't run that fast and she could probably catch up. Through this chase I always tried to use things like poles and other objects to pull my way forward, giving me a considerable big boost. I remember making my way to our town center, trying to find ways where I could shake her off, but she was very consistently tailing me. I found a path leading a bit off the main streets, and it led to a barn with two doors on each side. I ran through the opening of the barn and locked it after me and ran to exit on the other side. But she had already reached that door and I had to throw a.. loose door infront of the opening and there was a rope ready to hold it in place between the opening. It seemed to do the trick but I had to stay there a bit and make sure she didn't get through, which would have been easy enough in the real world. While she was struggling with that, I made a run for the other entrance, but she got over there too, and I went back to the other, and she did too. But one of the times, I did manage to run to the other door without her predicting it first, and I ran out of that door, back towards the town center, hoping to find a different way to lose her. At this point I was Dolly Duck and I was talking about how I liked Donald while running. Yeah! And it was as if Donald had been the guilty person all along, but she was chasing me nonetheless. I remember some not so hostile answer from her, but I had to escape anyway. Somehow mudpuddles gave me a boost. Soon I was running across a bridge and she had chosen to suddenly appear far below the bridge, by the water somehow... walking in a way I don't remember on the bridge construction thing. I started feeling the danger was less and the chase was over. I don't remember much more of the dream at the moment.