I don’t dream (or remember my dreams) all that often; when I do, they’re usually not terribly people-oriented. Last night was, for me, a fairly eXtreme exception.
In the first dream, I would repeatedly go to a generically downtown-urban bar/restaurant. It was on the third floor of a brick building; I would take the stairs to get there. The owner/server (who alternated between being Russian and black) would always recognize me and talk to me. I would then be served food and drinks, and I would also then look at the downtown area through large windows that lined two of the walls. At that point, this particular dream would end.
The second dream seemed to be longer, and it only occured once. This one starts by my driving across town to visit a female friend of mine. Apparently, there has been some history between us; however, that history was never mentioned by either of us (even though all other individuals in the dream apparently knew it as well). At no point during the dream did either of us act affectionate towards the other. Anyway, I got there, and walked up stairs to her apartment. We talked for a while, then suddenly, a gang of people appeared at the door, and they wanted to beat me up. I snuck out a window and climbed down to the ground; suddenly, the location changed, and I was now hiding behind the house on the farm where I lived from the ages of 2 to 14. I was hiding around the back of the house, trying to escape from the gang; randomly, they decided to race their motorcycles on the country roads, and they sped off. So I went back in the house, and talked to the girl for a while. After a while, my dad stopped by, and we all talked some more. I looked outside the house and saw her car; it had vaguely hipster-ish bumper stickers all over it (a personality feature which had not previously been evident). That was the ending point of that dream.
The final dream I remember was very short; I was grocery shopping in my hometown, and a worker/high school classmate of mine (who works at this grocery store in real life) let me try their new credit/debit payment system at the store.
If that isn’t plenty of fodder for “…and hilarity ensued” in the comments, I don’t know what is.