I was at a royal dance party or something similar in Shakespearean times and there was a pink-haired girl my age there, with whom I fell in love immediately. She liked me as well, but this bubbly romance was broken when her noble hag of a grandmother saw us, yelled at her for spending time with a commoner like me, and stabbed me in the stomach (I actually felt a sharp pinch). I don't think I died but I never saw her again.
The previous somehow lead to another dream where I was in a street fight in Amsterdam. I had to fight the bad guys, not sure why, but even "Bad"-era Michael Jackson made an appearance among them.