At first, a friend was angry at me, because I didn't want to go drinking, and threatened to beat me up. I didn't let that intimidate me, though, because I was tired of his aggressive bullshit.
The more interesting part of the dream took place in Siberian wilderness. I was a survivor of some sort and came across this cottage in the forest at night. I was afraid the people there would shoot me out of fear but luckily they helped me and placed me in a guest house with a young woman from that household. We were in separate beds and everything, there were spiderwebs everywhere, it was hella cold even indoors because, well, Siberia. Suddenly, an oil lamp fell over and a small fire broke out. I started looking for buckets of water to drown the fire but it kept rising again. I realised that the guest house was actually quite large and I had to run all the way to the other end to bring more buckets. Eventually, the fire stopped, but the whole time I spent desperately trying to put out the fire, the woman had sat on her bed watching. Maybe it was all a test, lol. On my way to the further buckets, I noticed a strange room behind a wall of crooked planks. It looked like a burial chamber, where grotesque masks stood over the supposed graves. Cweepy.
