Tower Game Dragon

1. Drug Police

I am in Holland on a clear day. I come to a canal, there is a boat there. I take it to get transport. It is a police boat. They hunt for drugs. I think, this is good, because I'm looking for something similar to drugs, maybe herbs. We're speeding. We're going really fast, make waves in the water; we were going to my left, originally. Foam and big waves on the water.
We pass between camps or gardens on the water. This is a broad area of water, still canal, much organised, like gardens, but different. No doubt these are where they grow drugs. But the boat does not stop here, we continue, because they have no evidence, or because it makes no difference if they would.
We arrive somewhere, I get out. Down the stairs on the side, left bank, and stairs on the left. Reminds me of steps in a London tube station. When I come down to the floor, my uncle B is there. We greet as if we were expecting each other, which was not the case. Then there is a fellow with long blond hair, who reminds me of  Alma of Holland, he keeps a bookshop. He starts to talk and is really excited. He says there is an exhibition this way and I see the door he points to, which is closed. But he can open it. We greet each other, I listen to him.
In the meanwhile, there is also a girl, or my uncle has changed into a woman, and she wants to go, so I have to choose between the two. She has short blond hair and is tall. She wants to meet Dabe, who waits for her till 16h30, and if she misses the appointment, they have to wait for a long time or maybe can't see each other anymore, so they have to hurry. I go with her.

2. ??? +Examination

+Possibly something with an exam paper. My father there. Garage of parental home. Also big hall, can't remember well, was a rather long dream though.

3. Game

I'm in the middle of a computer game. With other people. The day is bright.
There is a desert. A wasteland. In the centre is a safe haven where we all stay, but we are attacked by a large dragon all of a sudden and continuesly. We have a hard time defending ourselves. We can't defeat the dragon. Sometimes it goes away, but then it comes back. Black.
There is a weird sensation when it comes back, you can tell from afar off, and you can also see it on the screen. The island in the desert where we are safe is like a mountain.
At some point I am more like watching the screen, and I learn things about the dragon, but what keeps me busy is that there are two pop-ups on my screen that don't want to go away. Moreover, they move, and I want to keep them in place to get order. There is one that belongs in the left corner, but jumps to the middle again and again. So, every time I catch it with my mouse and drag it along while I can feel it resisting.
I see the stats of the dragon and it is explained that water cannot damage it, in fact, it does nothing to him. But we were not using water. Then I see what can do real damage, and that is gold. That is his real weak spot, greed. And I think, then, let's throw gold pieces to this beast. And I see our own inventory and get the idea of maybe trading our horse for gold and use that.
I never get to see what it would do to the dragon, but the solution was there.

4. Burda Classic

I'm alone in the room, which is like that of a castle, but it borders at the street and on the left is a common hallway and a glass door. This is a shop, my shop. At the window are the magazines I sell. Medieval stone building, quite stylish.
A young man enters, maybe has blond hair, he goes to the magazines, takes one, hesitates and goes away. I stop him, he does not give in. I take the magazine out of his hands, try to, but he keeps it fast. I argue he has to pay, it is only two euros and something. He refuses. It is clearly a matter of principle. Then I try harder. At least he hasn't got the chance yet to leave the room. The magazine he took is a Burda one, which is about knitting. 
We start to fight. In fact, he attacks with his fist, I dodge, because I see it coming.
I am eager to fight back, but don't know if this is the right way, I do it anyway. Then he swings his fist again, I dodge again. I can't help but counterattack, even if this is the wrong way. I feel the presence of Pake, I don't know if he is really there, but he might be in the room, which makes me back off and makes me even more a pacifist. I'm handling this the wrong way, I know, fighting is wrong. He keeps going at me. I force taking the magazine and put it back. Eventually the boy goes away. I must restrain myself to keep fighting.

(28 minutes of writing)