Dream About Neighbour Assault Course

Another super weird dream. Was planning to go on an adventure with my partner and son. We are in a house, think it was my childhood home again. In the lounge. I wake early and go downstairs. Outside, the neighbour (our current real life neighbour) has started a fire. I start filming it. It’s right next to our wooden fence, the flames ripping up it, but it doesn’t seem to be burning it. Then as I’m filming still, I see my neighbour out back. She’s climbing the fence, then she does a flip backward off it. I’m super impressed and film her. She runs around a makeshift assault course, running, jumping, diving to the ground, sliding on her belly across a wet slide. It was amazing. I try to send the video so my partner who’s still sleeping. But I want to edit the last part out because she looks really good and I don’t want him to fancy her. I go to my neighbour to speak to her. She invites me around. I walk through her front door and to her back garden where her assault course is. I ask her about it. She said she does it for fun, not training for anything, and her partner isn’t doing it. I try to show her the video and ask I hope she doesn’t mind I took it. My phone has changed. It’s like there’s a virus. I know I need to log out and back in again to remove it. I try to do that but can’t find the icons to press them. My neighbour tries for me. The phone crashes. She realises my phone’s power button is broken and uses the screen’s touch assist button instead to turn it off. I’m surprised she knew it. When I turn it back on I say nevermind. She says I need to leave as she needs to take a call. I ask should I jump the fence or go through front door. She says to use the front door. I walk through. Her hallway is messy and a little dark. Lots of coats hung up and shoes everywhere. There’s multiple doors to close on my way out. I manage it. I go back home and try to make a brew. The kettle has changed. It’s tiny. Like a mini travel kettle, white. I knock it off its stand and try to click it back on. There doesn’t seem to be much water in. I see the old kettle’s stand is still there, so I try to use that. It works. Dan then comes down. I tell him about the fire and assault course. He said oh yeah I know she does it. I ask how he knew, surprised. He said he saw her the other day. I asked why didn’t he tell me about it. Told him I’d filmed it and was going to send it to him. We look at the fire, it’s now starting to char the wooden fence beam. Someone knocks on the door. I answer. A woman asks if we need life insurance. I tell her no. She then hands me lots of medical bags. Big green paramedic bags. I ask her what they’re for. She says they’re for free, we can have them. I try to refuse. She walks off shouting at me saying oh yeah, no thanks I see. I’m taken aback by the abruptness. She seems a bit crazy. I carry the bags to the living room and one falls, spilling its contents. Needles of all shapes and sizes fall out. I lean down to pick them up. My son comes downstairs and I tell him to be careful where he stands. I’m careful to pick the needles up, wondering if they’d been used or dipped in anything poisonous. Lots of them stab into my arm. My son leans on my back. I tell him to get off it hurts. He doesn’t listen. I let him more firmly, get off my back now. He gets up saying sheesh you’re mad. I tell him I have really bad back ache. I pull the needles out of my arm. There’s about 20 stuck in. Some are wide drill bits. I collect all the items from the floor. There’s lots of needles, pencils, and glue sticks. I put them all back in the bag. Then I see my arm is bleeding lots. I’m glad I have the medical kit to clean it up. I’m worried if the wounds have been poisoned. I think I shouldn’t have took the bags and just closed the door on her, and we could have just survived the apocalypse with disinfectant. Didn’t need all the paramedic items. I woke up.