Grischkaja's world of dreams and mysteries

Hours of sleep: 6h
Vividness: 4/5
Recall:4/5

1. I'm in a kinder garden. I'm the teacher, or at least I'm in a practical training. There are some kids. There is another teacher. He is very rude to one boy. He pulls him out of the class and locks the door. I'm kind of confused. In front of me is another boy. He has a bottle of water in his hand and he drops it. The water lands on my feet. I feel the water, my socks are already wet. So I don't question reality. First, I thought that he dropped it by accident. I tell him, that it doesn't matter. He replies that he did it on purpose. I'm even more confused and I want to punish his act, but I have no clue what to do.
The scene changes and I'm in a park. There are a few teens. They fight each other. As I approach, they run away. What the ...? I don't know what happened there exactly. I keep on walking. I leave the place and I'm in front of a big house. It's hot outsides. In front of the door there are stairs. A DC sits on it. He's crying. I ask him what happened. He said that his son was involved in a robbery. And that he now sits in a jail for teenagers. I'm shocked, but somehow embarrassed, because I don't know what to do next. So I leave him alone and go to a different place.
I now go up a hill. There are a lot of trees. I see a big stone on the side of the road. I stop there, because I see that there is a box. I open it and I see that in it there is my novel I wrote and sent to a publisher. The pages look weird, there a few words which are deleted and some brown random words were filled in. I get angry: I realize that someone has stolen the script, and that's why the publisher never wrote me back. But I don't take it, because I want to catch this bastard.
I run down the hill to the house. The DC isn't there any more, but my car is there. I jump in it and drive up the hill. I see the same previous group of teens. They are looking at the pages and start to rip them apart. I drive towards them, they run away through the wood, so that I don't get them.

2. I'm in my favourite club. A friend is there. I remember that the last time I saw him, he was completely drunk. I take a look at him and see, and he's still drunk. He goes to the bar and orders something more to drink. I go towards him and say to him he had better to stop drinking. He asks why and drinks his beer. I answer him that he is drunk.
- Drunk? No I'm fine!
He goes away, but he walks normally. I look again at him and he doesn't seem to be drunk any more.