Dreams.

Sometimes, you remember several dreams. And this isn't about dreams that transition from one to another.
Today, I was at someone's funeral, although I don't know who died; I just seemed to have wandered in for a walk, maybe to eat, I don't remember anymore. Then something happened there, the usual problems. After that, I found myself on the street, in something like a canyon. Maybe it was another world, even a fantasy one, although the landscape wasn't particularly fantastical. There were me and a couple of other people, as well as a local resident. We did something, it seems like we opened or activated something, but instead of a positive result, we got a negative one, and a bunch of creatures, some kind of demons, started falling from the sky... At that moment, I thought with my friends that it would be better for us to leave this world and go back to ours and let them deal with it themselves, but on the other hand, I felt a little ashamed, and it seemed like we should help. I don't remember what happened next.