Dark Water Rug

1. Erection

At some point in the dream I have an erection, and while other people are around there is one person destined for me, but this is all set up and part of a bigger thing, I don't really choose things myself. But when I start to become awake in the dream I find myself in this situation, and from that moment I try to force myself a little, while the people attending me, all women I suppose, are gentle and know what must happen. All is vague, inside, dark, stairs maybe, living room maybe. When I decide I can do things for myself (because I become a little more lucid), the erection starts to fade.
Then the dream changes, as if I have fallen back asleep or into the dream, and now I am in the car, and things are light, we drive outside, up and down the countryside, like in an animation film, and I am on the right back seat. Two people in front. I don't know any of them, but in the dream they are familiar, so were things earlier. Again, possibly all women. But I'm still working with this erection, this was a major theme in the dream. And now I get it right, but now I am also on my own, while I want people to see it. And my cock is bigger than it really is, and I put a condom about it, and it makes it look even bigger, and I start to masturbate, but then I become more aware of the person on my left, who would also be a lady, and I am thinking this is not what I want, I want to save this for when things really happen, not when I'm alone, and I stop. The dream would otherwise have been a wet one.
That woman on my left looked rather irritated. 
While we're in the car, the dream focuses most on the landscape on the right, and that is where I look and I see houses, but all seems like in a cartoon, the trees and hills, the colour green of it.
Later in the dream, I have an erection again, and there's something about food, and something something, and I draw up the plan for it, on a piece of paper, in black. As if I something something, and two ladies agree. But I can't remember what this is about.

2. Dark Lake in Building

I suppose this can be the continuation of dream 1. I mean the same dream.
There is a house, late, and some sort of camp, I don't really know what my place in this is, but I follow. Rooms in a corridor, all small rooms, wood, dark. At some point we come to the centre of the building around which the corridors are build, and everyone of the people present here converges there, but there is fear as well. I am neutral.
People are in a hurry. I am in such a lazy mood and not connected with what they are about that I am late, I hurry in the end. There is some sort of crisis going on.
The centre of the building holds a lake, this has dark water, and something is amiss with that, and people are afraid of it. But I am not, and I know I can even walk on that water, and I do, and others do too, and explore, but every time they do it with meaning, as if they can solve something, or banish the darkness. And I go to the end of where I can go, for there is a certain film on the lake, rather thick, that makes it easy to stand upon, but at some point the water is normal, though still dark, and I would not want to touch that.
I go over this water myself a few times, not all dare too, but at none of these times it makes any difference. Yet, the last time I do and walk to the end of the film, so to speak, things look more like grass, but they are still fluid, water. The film actually looks like a rug. This last time I realize I can lift it, because I know where it ends, and I've walked it several times, so I kneel at the edge, and put my hands underneath the dark rug and pull it, lift it from the water, and it works. When people see me do this they join, and in a joined effort we remove the rug which is very big off from the lake and put it aside, which is on the right side, which I did on purpose, because the left side is where we used to run hurriedly, and I see that the water becomes healthy again, that is, I see vegetation reappearing and it becomes a little lighter, though not very much, but it is a start. The water becomes more normal.
Now I have to take care that people walking in the other corridor won't step on the rug. We've rolled it more or less and pushed it to the side, but it takes a lot of space, so you have to be careful. And this is in fact the corridor that leads out, so everyone will have to take this route sooner or later, because everyone was leaving anyway. The rug is still dangerous, if you would touch it you would get infected again, or die or disappear, in fact I don't know what will happen, but I assume the people in the dream will know.
Also, at the same time, there is a queue forming, people are waiting, probably because the rug on the water is in the way of progress, they are all anxious, full of sympathy, caring. That is when we pull the rug to the side.
This corridor is where the rooms are. And now there is problem, so maybe the problem has only changed place, shifted. An interesting effect now in this corridor is that when people leave, there is always one door that cannot open, but it changes every time another person leaves, as if taking turns. Guests seem to understand this quickly, and they come out one by one, alternating, and everyone is moving out. That is the end of the dream.