I had six dreams last night

Date: 4/28/2020

I had six dreams last night, all of them pretty short. The first dream I had I was running away from something but accidentally fell into a really strong river. The river became a waterfall with a really steep drop. When I hit the bottom My thigh scraped against a rock. Somehow I made it home, and no one cared that I was gone, and am now soaking wet and covered in blood. My next dream is that I’m in my friend Kamryn’s “house”(it wasn’t actually her house) It was super dark and I remember feeling lost. I needed to go to a specific room but I was extremely disoriented, like I had taken some nasty drugs. I get into the family room and Kamryn’s having a party with two other people, this girl named Sita and this tall, strong guy I’ve never seen before. Sita says “oooooohhhh she’s panicking isn’t she??” Which makes me whant to leave because fuck you Sita. Kamryn comes up to me and says she’s really annoyed with the guy because he keeps flirting with her. I walk out of the room and apparently the guy follows me and corners me in a dark hallway. I could tell that he wanted to have sex with me but I really didn’t want to. I could tell he didn’t care about how I felt. This next one was super short and in third person. There’s this mailwoman and she’s going to go visit some B-grade actors. In this dream universe actors LOVE mailmen. Don’t ask. They also are always in the middle room. So the young mailwoman walks in and all the actors are signing and dancing and are happy to see her. She tells them she’s quitting being a mailwoman and is becoming a director to support the unfavored actors!! She pulls out her manifesto and one of the actors starts laughing because who the hell writes their manifesto in pink calligraphy font???? This one’s more of a nightmare. This one’s in third person. It’s a sunny, gorgeous day in the south of France. There’s a little boy, around 6 or 7, with blonde hair and blue eyes. He’s sitting inside one of those glass enclosed gazebos. He’s crying. It pans to his father who asks, “It hurts doesn’t it?” Immedietly the boy starts wailing and lifts up his arm, or what’s left of it. It was cut in such an angle that the bone was sharpened to a point. I don’t know what could have caused such an extreme injury. The father held the boy still and took a saw and stared to saw away at the boy’s arm, close to his shoulder. I could hear the saw scraping against the boy’s bone and him screaming and crying in agony. I don’t know why the father started sawing at the boy’s shoulder and not his elbow, and why he didn’t take him to the doctor. Ok the next dream is much shorter and less scary. Me and Kamryn are at a summer camp and we ride down this waterslide together. It was fun. At the bottom are my two aunts on my Mother’s side. They’re here to stay for the week with their kids. A part of me wished I had a Mom who was fun and supportive and shared the same interests as me. But realistically I knew that if my Mom had come I wouldn’t be very happy. I made Kamryn put on sunscreen. My last dream is in third person and extremely difficult to describe. It follows a teacher, who also maybe lives in the south of France I don’t know but it’s beautiful, and he and his young students (4th-5th grade) run inside this huge marble cathedral. Inside it wasn’t a church but almost a museum filled wall to wall with science and art. It looked like a da Vinci paradise. Inside was a young boy who could fly, about the same age as the teacher’s students. The kids watched in wonder as this boy flew around the cathedral. The teacher explained that this boy is a phoenix, and that in time the boy will burst into flames and be born again from the ashes