Dream About Weird Night Of Dreams

Super weird. Kept waking up all night between dreams. First recalled dreaming about yoga, something online and bought something off someone and they were beautiful photos, with naked bodies painted in different colours so their bodies were covered. I woke talking in my sleep. Then I dreamt of being back in childhood bedroom, I was with my current partner sleeping. I woke early in the bed, kept getting woke up in my dream just like in real current life. Some kids were knocking on my door really early in the morning and I thought they were calling for my son, I didn’t know them. I saw that the computer had been left on, and realised my partner had been on it. It was a brand new Apple Desktop. The fan was humming really loud and needed to cool. There was a video playing but I don’t know what. Someone was talking and I could hear them ask me something and I answered back in real life. I got up to turn it off, but the desk fell apart and the mouse and headphones fell on the floor. When I moved everything, I saw the back desk had melted against the wall. Dan woke up and asked what was happening. I asked him if he had used it and stated that he would have gone mad if I’d have gone on his laptop without asking first. We looked at the melted desk. The kids were still outside knocking on. We looked out, there were about 5 of them, some on bikes. They saw us looking, I thought it was around 3am but I looked at the clock, which was the same clock in my current bedroom in real life, and the time said 30:80, like time was backward. It was so strange. The kids started shouting obsenities at us and throwing rocks at the cars. In the bedroom, there were camping gear all over the floor ready for the weekend. We were going to an island to adventure. I was excited. I started tidying under the desk, there were so many old notes ripped up. I panicked and put them back in the bin. Dan then got a phone call, it was on a piece of paper instead of a phone. He passed it to me to answer. I tried pressing everywhere on the shredded paper, but it was wet in my hands and I couldn’t answer. Then I figured out how and listened. It was my mum. She’d been minding my son while we came here. She was trying to ask me something about what we were doing and when I was picking my son up. I told her we were camping. She was fine with that. Then the kids outside got worse. I opened the window and shouted at them, swearing, telling them to stop throwing rocks at the car. It was my mums old Mini Cooper on the drive. I was bothered that they were going to damage it. Then someone opened the boot. I saw it was my uncle who I don’t really ever see. He reached in the boot and said hi up at me. I was surprised, said hi back and apologised for my shouting as I thought it was the kids. He laughed saying it’s fine. The kids continued, they mentioned my brother who I don’t like. I told them this house no longer has anything to do with him. They asked why. I told them he’d moved long ago. They didn’t believe me and asked where. I said a few streets away, then corrected myself and said no actually it’s near Darwen now. I couldn’t remember. My uncle laughed again, taking everything easy, asking if I don’t know where he is. I said no he used to live around here, and I could imagine the streets, but then he moved. I kept feeling like the house was my own old personal house since moving out. I remembered I was still on a call to my mum. I woke up.