I was at an unfamiliar store in the nail polish section and marvelled at the many different colours and picked out some potentially nice yellows, and then also one white for variety like maybe a trans pattern. But then I was interrupted because some man came into the 15x15 m area that was surrounded by shelves on three sides and a big double slide door entrance on the remaining side, and he started beating up the other people who were there. So I ran away to not also get beaten up.
My brother and I were at a shore that felt like the southeast of BotW Hyrule or the northeast of The Island from Ark, and half-way between the shore and the horizon were four tiny islets in a row with three ghost pirate ships between them. I brought them to my brother’s attention by saying that I put my ship there but then it disappeared and these ships were there instead. Then one of the ghost pirate ships started sailing toward us and its undead ghost zombie skeleton pirate turned my brother into an evil zombie that tried to kill me, so I ran away from him. Suddenly I had a Minecraft diamond sword and wanted to use it to kill my zombie brother so he can’t kill me, but then he was in what looked exactly like our big room for tamed T. rexes from our good old third Ark base, except that the rest of the base wasn’t there and the rexes were untamed and tried to eat me, so I could not kill my brother with the diamond sword because he stayed with the rexes.
Then I was a little further west from the same location on the shore where we saw the ships, but instead of physically being there myself I was watching a streamer play Minecraft who had their character walking eastward near the shore and I watched it like I was a third-person camera. Then the streamer fell into a small lava pond but got out right before they died, but they would still die of burn damage, but then they quickly put on diamond armour that they had but somehow hadn’t put on before now, and they ate multiple of some food item that made their health regenerate very quickly, and the health bar was already visually empty but the actual health float variable was not quite at 0 and then the healing effect overpowered the burn damage and the health bar went up again and they barely survived.
I was in an older city square that felt like the one from one of the places where I lived as a child, and I and a group of people were supposed to take out a group of criminals and it felt like Star Trek episodes where the protagonists are trapped on a planet that happens to be exactly like earth but a bit in the past. We failed to take out the criminals and my colleagues were all taken out, so as my final act as I ran away from one of the evil boss’s goons I took out my mum’s iPhone 4 from my pocket and dialled 110 (my local equivalent of 911) but I dialled it on the lock screen pin pad and the numbers were arranged as they are on a keyboard numpad with the 1 at the bottom instead of at the top. The call still worked but I had no time to talk to the person on the other side and so I stopped running and hurled the phone at the evil boss with a pirouette as if I elegantly threw a Poké Ball, and I somehow expected the emergency line person to know that they should make my phone blow up in a big explosion. The iPhone 4 landed next to the evil boss whose eyes widened in shock but then he quickly picked it up and threw it away, and it exploded in vain.
Two former classmates and I went to my current flat that looked different, the door leading to the living room was right next to the front door instead of like 2 meters away and the living room had its only window next to the door instead of on the opposite wall, and the living room and the room next to it with the kitchen and bed were one single room, and it was dark and only decorated with old armchairs and large dusty bookshelves. Somehow my flat was drivable and one of my classmates opened the window and sat down on the windowsill with his legs dangling outside and this was somehow the driver’s seat where he could drive my flat. It was already late but we had to drive somewhere far away immediately to save someone’s life, and the drive would take more than 12 hours. I realised that I didn’t have anything with me and I wanted to quickly go back to my flat to make some sandwiches and get some water and a book for entertainment (even though this was the flat I wanted to get that stuff from but this version of it didn’t have any of my stuff) but we didn’t have time and some old wise woman that was somehow also there said we would just stop at McDonald’s to get food and water for everyone. I accepted that but I found it unfortunate that I now had nothing to do during the entire drive because I couldn’t get my book (even though there were bookshelves everywhere).
The same two former classmates and I were at a store that felt like the grocery store of the place where I lived before my last move, and the store was about to close for the day. I was looking through a stack of unpacked Pokémon cards to see if they have a nice looking card of a specific Pokémon I like (forgot which one). But then I instead found a really pretty Lillie card and I discovered that I could somehow expand it into a big poster of its pretty Lillie artwork, so I immediately decided to buy this card too. Full of glee and excitement I showed the Lillie card to the classmate who was standing next to me and I pointed at the artwork and the character name and said “Look, it’s me!!!” and he smiled and understood. I was happy and couldn’t believe that I could be open about this and that other people would tolerate it. I tried to tone down my excitement and went back to the cards because I didn’t want to display too much of my transness and emotions to this classmate to not make his tolerating me sway into being annoyed and disgusted by it instead, but I couldn’t continue looking for the card I initially wanted to get because a cashier came to us and said we had to leave now because they’re closing, and so we followed them to the checkout to pay. The aforementioned classmate then took out a pair of big scissors they wanted to pay for, but this pair of scissors had four handles instead of two, and he took out another pair of scissors that already belonged to him and used it to cut off the outer halves of the inner two handles for some reason but had trouble doing so because it’s obviously not easy to cut through thick handles of a big pair of scissors with just another pair of regular scissors, and he and the cashier made small talk during the cutting process even though we actually had to hurry because they were closing.
Then I woke up and realised that the Lillie poster was not real unfortunately, but I woke up feeling happy and energetic and well-rested which is extremely rare for me and I had the desire to write these dreams down and to see if I can find a real poster like the one in the dream.