Dreams.

It all starts with this (actually, it seems to me that everything started with another dream about a couple over a single item, but that's not interesting, it's just like real life), where I am with my relatives (Mother, father and his friend, aunt, grandmother, and grandfather) walking toward some factory located not far from our house, gathering snow with ladles for my grandfather and his friends so they could have a snowball fight x)) It turns out my grandfather worked at this factory his whole life and just like that, he walked to work very close to home (in the dream this seems like an indisputable fact, but somewhere here doubts crept in that something was wrong). We find ourselves at wrought-iron gates; a chain with a lock is hanging on them, but the chain is long and the gates can be opened enough for a person to pass through (my grandfather had already climbed over the fence), which is what my father's friend did. Grandpa opened something, water started flowing, and everyone jumped onto the fence to avoid getting their feet wet, since it's winter. At that moment the scenery changes; we find ourselves behind this factory? A large square, heavily covered in snow, huge snowdrifts. The square is adjacent to the factory, which has now become large, tall, and gray (it was gray before too). We decide to go home; some schoolchildren pass by. Here, changes occur again: next to me are no longer relatives, but my friend (who exists in reality), but of course, this raised no questions for me. He said something to me, I don't remember; I walked past a metal pipe supporting the roof of some market stall (it's a market now) and instead of him, two other friends appeared (who exist in reality). I was already walking with them, and once again, some schoolchildren were coming toward us. I throw pieces of ice under one's feet so he slips and falls, then I try to trip him, but he dodges everything and doesn't fall. Then one of my friends trips me, and as I'm almost falling, I manage to grab onto the second one. He says, "What are you doing?" as he almost pulled me down with him. Curtain.

The action takes place in a small room (a prison cell?). Again, one of my friends (who exists in reality) and some "guys." In this room, there is a wooden-metal construction of an unclear shape; we decide to do some pull-ups. But my friend says the bar here is bad and we won't do it (instead of a bar, there was a wide wooden beam, or something like that). He and I fussed around, rigged something out of this construction, and a proper bar appeared. We started doing pull-ups. The room increased slightly in size. Some girls arrived, about five of them; I knew three (they exist in reality). They started congratulating us on something (there was an episode with some butterflies, toy hedgehogs and rabbits?, I didn't understand anything), but we told them to get lost, saying they were interfering with the pull-ups x) Curtain.
P.S. I was wearing a tight checkered shirt))

I find myself in a ruined museum? A long but not very narrow corridor, peeling walls, exhibits are missing, the wooden floor is broken in places, and some wooden windows have no glass. I approach one of these windows, open it, and start doing pull-ups on it x)) After the fifteenth rep, it's usually not very easy, but in the dream, it felt like the first one; I was even happy, "cool, I should 'hit the bars' more often," I thought in the dream. Something distracts me, and I move from the corridor into a large hall. It is empty; there is a bench with a girl I don't know sitting on it, smiling at me, and some children are running around, but I go further and see that in the next hall, which is smaller and narrower, my friend (I think the one I was originally doing pull-ups with) is playing football with the children. I wanted to join them, but I hadn't finished my pull-ups! I walk back at a brisk pace to that corridor with the windows, and suddenly a small ball hits me in the back (a glitch/spawn). Curtain.

Now nothing is clear. I'm running through some rooms. I run into one with a red door, open it, and there is a small chamber with a royal interior and armor on a pedestal. Something happens, it's as if I'm reloading the level; I run through similar rooms again, see what seems to be the same door, enter it again—the same chamber, but now there's a man with a goatee, dressed like a conquistador, aiming an antique pistol at me x))) I run away from him, to the floor above, but there were no stairs or elevator. From the upper floor, like from a balcony, I see him and climb up one more floor. There stands a pedestal with the red-and-white clothes of an executioner-jester. I put them on to disguise myself from him. I go down, now via stairs, but end up in another room where a pile of junk is heaped, some old clothes in bags. A girl is hiding in the junk; she offers me small change so that I save her from the conquistador x)) I agree and lead her to the room where the clothes were. Now it's something like a prison cell, bars, and a bunch of women asking to be freed. Unable to take it, I wake up. Curtain.

P.S. It's interesting how the brain randomly selects people you haven't seen, heard from, or thought about in a long time and inserts them into your dream. And the scenery—sometimes the environment is fully visible and clear even in detail, but sometimes they are blurred, incomplete textures, clipping into each other.