Tonight's dream was one of the disturbing kind. It was also a three-parter.
It started out with me walking a kilometre or two from my home and discovering that a small district had become very eerie. Inhabited by drug addicts, the buildings were in ruins, it was all really sinister. In addition, the ground had turned to mud and I had to walk on very small strips of dry land to get away from there. I remember a great feel of cozyness (is that a word?) after I entered the good neighbourhood again. All of a sudden, I was back in that scary place again, but not in person, rather as a spectator watching from afar. The people who lived there, among whom was Vladimir Putin, were desperate to flee the place and decided to drive their cars through the mud. Instead, the cars sank and the people drowned. In mud. Horrific. The sole survivor was Vladimir Putin.
The second part of the dream put me in a huge building, run by some evil mastermind. I was being chased by monsters and I had to outrun them. Luckily, I had some superpowers like being able to run very fast and jump 10 m in the air. I soon discovered that there were other human beings being chased after. We teamed up and were challenged to fight some big boss by the mastermind herself. I don't remember much else.
The third part wasn't as dark. It was my graduation, probably from the 12th grade, so in 2 years. For some reason, it was an especially formal occasion, even for a graduation, and my whole class was standing outside, in front of what looked like the gates of Buckingham Palace. A classmate of mine was holding a thin sword for decoration. I looked slightly different from my real self.