I dreamed I was playing some sort of Zelda game as young Link. I think it was stated to be Majora's Mask, which I'm currently playing, but the map was much larger, and more maze-like and scary. At the beginning of each three-day cycle, I'd meet new players, and since I had the hookshot, I was particularly far along. I was showing a new player how to get somewhere, and showed him how the hookshot could help you access more areas.

I remember that within a dark hole in a steep mountain pass, accessible only via hookshot, was the domain of some sort of awful king, and he was preventing me from collecting whatever it was I was scouring the map for. His throne room, at the back of his "palace" (containing about four rooms) contained a backdoor leading to a small dark tunnel covered up by a small waterfall at the end of a pond, with lily pads you could hop on to keep your feet dry. Despite the small size of his palace, he seemed to exercise some real authority over the map, and I needed to get rid of him.

At some point I was no longer young Link, and I was just me, and I was infiltrating the small palace to quietly take out the king. I quickly dispatched him, I think with a garrote, then cleared off any DNA evidence and snuck out through the back.

I forget where that dream went, but later I dreamed I was at a fictionalized rendition of my friend's house. I was in a dark room, trying to light it up, but all of the bulbs were dying, and even with eight lights on, the room was almost pitch black. For whatever reason, it was important to have some light. One of the bulbs was only illuminating the room through an ugly pattern that had accidentally been left on the glass, and it was leaving an obnoxious glare on the TV. When my friend came back to the room, he asked why I hadn't turned the lights on, and I told him they were all on.

We left to meet someone with another friend, and his cat Matilda tagged along in the car, even though we didn't want her hopping out and getting lost. The car was in a garage attached to the house, but in real life, my friend lives in an apartment, and has a detached garage. When my two friends left the car at our destination, I held onto Matilda so she wouldn't run out, but she doesn't like to be held, so she kept squirming. One of the doors was left open, and I asked "can you close the door? Can you close this door?" but my friend seemingly couldn't hear me. I kept asking for like a minute before he closed it.

The layout of the car didn't really make any sense, because one exit was at a 90-degree angle from another exit, with a row of seats between them. In other words, if you were sitting in the back seat all the way to the left, you would be facing out a door, and if you sat all the way to the right, you would be right next to a door. The weird door is the one that needed shutting, because for some reason I could only ensure Matilda didn't run away if I exited out the other door.

Then I dreamed I was at a mall featured in the movie Playtime. I was trying to find my way to one of the places Monsieur Hulot had been to, and right beside a tunnel leading to one of those locations was a DVD rack with a blu-ray of Playtime. I grabbed one before heading through.

Right at the other end of this small dark tunnel (kind of like a map transition from a Zelda game) was a wide hall, and to my right I saw Monsieur Hulot on his way with his distinct walk. He passed by, and I immediately followed along, trying to imitate him. He entered into a clothing shop, and I followed along, and realized I was probably blocking a camera crew's view of him. I stopped copying him, and realized that of course I wasn't following Monsieur Hulot, but Jacques Tati! He moved aside to the right, to wait in line to buy something without blocking anyone's path, and I walked by, and a bit over ten feet away I stopped and turned on my heel, and he smiled. I walked over with the blu-ray and asked "si'l vous plait, uh, vous, uh, escribir (Spanish, not French)..." he smiled, and asked, "avec quoi?"
"Uh..." I turned toward the cash register, and saw they had some pens and markers. We walked toward them, and he started speaking to me in English, but he sounded like Werner Herzog and for a moment I was concerned I had the wrong man, but then I remembered his distinct Hulot walk. Dunno why Jacques Tati had a German accent. He was really nice.

He picked up a pen that had a special feature where you could stick the graphite into certain brands of laptops about twenty years ago, and it would light up to tell you how much battery the laptop had left. He talked about how this feature was now useless, as no laptop supported any pens one might stick in them, and how the pen now just had a useless light on top that would never light up. The dream ended before he could sign my blu-ray.