i had a dream recently, and it perplexes me to no end.

era / england, or spain. right before black powder became weaponized in small arms form.

I am a pirate(captain); two crew mates (seemed to be good friends with me) and I were in the Popes private courters of his castle.
hidden in the corner of the room, we could see a glass coffin. inside the coffin was jeagermeister. multiple bottles. (note; the coffin was green glass)
my two mates conversed on how to steal the liquor, to no avail.
suddenly, they look at me, and i am grinning mischievously.
"Your smiling... Why are you smiling?!?"
one of them asked urgently.
i tell them to grab the bottles, and run. not to worry about it.

as they do this, i run to the pope and light his head on fire.
dashing out the door, my mates are far ahead.(we are outside)
i feel jolly; not at what i'd done, but just as if actions had no consequences.
as i run, guards are sprinting after me, with no luck.
however one is able to keep up.
(he resembles an old friend from a 6-10 months ago.)
i jump over the edge of flight after flight of cement stairs
till i reach the bottom, which is cobblestone streets.
yet when i look back, he is still behind me.
i am laughing, and taunting him in a friendly way.

as i run, i start to gain distance between us.
up ahead, i see i maiden.
(she resembles an ex girlfriend from my hometown 2-4 years ago.)
i stop for a brief moment to converse with her,
(i said something witty i can't recall)
my peruser calls out for her to stop me.
the maiden grabs my arm; i ask her to let me go, but she stares at me.


(p.s. when running in the street, there are cannons about, and water on my left side, so i am assuming i was at the docks)
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then i woke up.
i wrote some quick notes, then tried to jump back in, but ouldn't fall back asleep.

what might you make of this?