Dream Entry #6: Restless sleep

Throughout the very short 5h sleep I already kept constantly waking up drenched in sweat, so all the dreams I could recall were only snippets, and now that I'm writing this AFTER school it's even less now, so deal with the very little I can provide:

I'm in my living room and see my cat sit outside the terrace's glass door which is what she usually does when she wants to be let in so I go up to it and let her in while I was talking to someone actively and it was just busy in general with stuff happening. My cat walks around me and meows, rubbing against me so I reach to pick her up, yet I notice she is all filthy and dirty. The bottom of her fur seems to be full of dried gunk and there is bl00d around her jaw so I avoid touching her much because she might be sick, but I am not too bothered by it for some reason.

Although my cat is in reality a calico, her appearance kept shifting between that and that common dirty brownish greyish orangish stray cat you'd see outside.
Either way, she opens her mouth and I am met with the terrifying sight of her mouth being completely toothless. This comes, I assume, from me thinking about how she has missing front teeth the day before. Not the fangs, those tiny teeth between them, but that's not a big bother at all. I am baffled so I pick her up and run downstairs to the basement to my father, telling him about this. I drop the cat off next to him and she does the same thing, opening her mouth at him. He gets concerned and as worried, thinking out loud as I am practically freaking out because this meant like the end of the world for me – how is a CAT meant to survive without teeth?!! My dad mentions how in no way will he spend the big money on installing her dentures as he says it in that mocking-condescending tone with a shrug and returns to work.

I remember just walking to the laundry room which is placed right next to it, with my mind being all over the place, literally: Shapes and colours covering my vision. Flat-coloured boxes with white Comic Sans text in them, not being able to see too well because things from my mind kept getting in the way. I remember specifically looking at/thinking about a text saying "voice message.ogg" while freaking out and wanting really badly for this to just be a dream because this was a very very bad situation, and realising that it must be the case if I can see my thoughts like that (yet still being not too sure).

Sitting next to the terrace's door on the wooden floor of my living room with my Friend J, I see through the front door some people enter and see that they are cosplaying characters from Harry Potter. With surprise I try to get my friend's attention at them when I recognised who these people are dressed as.

This reminded me of another dream I once had (or maybe not, for all I know my brain loves to make up faux memories of dreams I supposedly once had): Being a kid and having my mum arrange some kind of a tea party with one of these guys dressing up as some old goblin. I suppose he was funny which is why he was there as my private animateur <– French word for entertainer. The table was set outside our front door from back when we used to live in the city, except the "front lawn" was enclosed between the other walls of the building and the table was set uncomfortably on top of the pavement leading to the front door, with a cute white cover with pink little flowers on top of it.

Another snippet I remember is me being late for class in the morning, getting ready, except for some reason I was in a wintery night forest on the side of my primary school. Although I was outside, seeing other people pass by, it kept switching to me being inside some old abandoned building which was, I suppose, the old house of some uncle of mine so it was still full with their vintage clothes and furniture. It felt weird, like it was some empty business building and I was illegally looking through the stuff, feeling some kind of a freedom because I was alone there and theoretically none of this matters. I check the clock. It's 7:46 A.M. and class starts at 8 o´clock. I still have some time to get ready so I decide to do my makeup in front of the mirror that's hanging on the invisible wall in front of those blue dark woods. The brush swipes over my face like nothing and the makeup is applied perfectly so easily. It's 7:58, yet I am not too stressed out. Maybe I have just accepted that I'm going to be late either way. I remember that in a box of the people's old stuff I had just stumbled upon a cool looking shacket which I thought I could put on and it'd look great, however I had no time for that since I was running out of time.
Coincidentally enough the shacket looked like a distorted version of this one that I had bought in a thrift store back in spring because it reminded me of something my partner would wear.

Now, although it makes sense for this next snippet to be connected to the one I just told you about, I'm not sure whether it really is. I was in the afterschool care of my primary school for some reason with my Friend F. I was surrounded by the same light yellow walls as in real life, except instead of the classrooms there were just rooms, and in one of them F was lying in a bed which looked like mine, also having a curtain to hide her body with just her head peeking out, doomscrolling on her phone. I entered the room to get her from there after passing a few words with the teacher/tutor. I awkwardly wait by the door as she remains unbothered so I laugh nervously and try to act cool, going further in and acting chill telling her to "get up bro", however in reality I felt really bothered by how loud the volume on her phone was. It was hurting my ears physically even though it was not that loud. I tell her how last night I had a dream where all her teeth fell out! But am confused with myself on why I'd said that because it was my cat, not her. Assumingly because I wanted to keep her attention and included.

Moving on from that to a completely new, unrelated dream:
I was on some hiking tour with a group of people which involved my Classmate M and some nonexistent friend of hers. We approached some beautiful turquoise lagoon shaped like the continent of Africa inside some rocky hills. We snuck our way around that lake really uncomfortably as I looked down into its captivating beauty and joked about jumping into it, and M said will sudden full seriousness not to do that because there's the brain-eating amoeba thriving in the waters and the guide, a grown man, agreed with her so that surely scared me off as holding onto that narrow path suddenly got much harder and I was trying very hard not to slip down into the water. Eventually, however, for some reason everyone did start jumping into the water and as did I. Then the realisation hit me with relief and I was trying to say how the brain-eating amoeba can not be in here because this is saltwater and it only thrives in freshwaters! But no one was listening to me of course as my voice was too weak.

I find myself outside the water again standing on the rocks as I look to the right and see the guy who takes care of the place around this and notice that he looks familiar. So I ask him that and he immediately answers me annoyed that yes I am a Russian-speaker and says who he is, which I can't recall. The guy however just looked exactly like that one random picture I have of some old friend of a friend which she had sent me years ago and I guess the image had saved in the chat so every time I would open the media in that chat that picture of him would show up as the cover so it imprinted into my mind. But it's weird because that's such a random and specific thing that did not cross my mind at all at day. He said his name was Sasha as some other Ukranian guy came up to us who I supposedly vaguely knew in the dream as he started talking about this Sasha and got very emotional and started crying. I just stood there confused.

That's about all I can recall before getting rudely awoken by the alarm.