Last night I had this dream:
I and two others were secret agents chasing two guys (spies?) through Berlin. There were no specific landmarks telling me that I was in Berlin, I just
knew it was Berlin. My memory of the dream starts with my two secret agent buddies and I running out of a tunnel. They were faster than me and were yelling things like "Come on!" or "Catch up!" at me in French to encourage me to catch up. I ran out of breath and stopped at point A in this picture:
At this point I realized it was late at night and I just
knew that Berlin was full of rampaging hooligans at night. Suddenly a gang of hooligans appeared looking down at me from the upper street level at B. They came running down the stairs and came at me from the top of that picture. I yelled "Stop! Don't attack me, I have a serious medical condition!" in English at them but they just laughed and beat me unconscious.
I came to, the hooligans were gone and I started running again. Somehow I caught up with my two secret agent buddies, who made no comment about me having been gone for whatever time I had been gone. I suddenly
knew, and so did my partners, that the two spies we had been chasing had ran into a building. We followed them into the building which turned out to be an apartment house of at least three stories. The stairs were only wide enough to support barely one person at a time, so we ran up after each other. There was one door on every floor, and the foremost secret agent buddy opened each as we passed by. Inside the first door was a woman doing laundry, which was not what we were looking for, so we closed the door quickly not to disturb her. The second door was also wrong, although I don't remember why.
Then the front secret agent opened the third floor door. One bad guy was visible inside.
The front agent quickly stepped inside and brutally stabbed the bad guy standing closest to the door. The dream switched to a first person perspective from that bad guy's eyes for a moment as he looked down and saw a huge knife, more of a machete, extending from his chest with blood and stuff squirting everywhere. The dream was quite graphic about this.
There was a second man in the apartment, but he didn't seem to be the second bad guy anymore. He started yelling at my secret agent buddy that he'd "Call the cops!" and that my friend would never get away with that horrible murder. We decided for some reason not to kill him, but rather to ruin his reputation in such a way that he would never be believed by the cops.
While we did all of the following, the man was just standing around and doing nothing while me and my friends were laughing the whole time and having a great time.
We immediatly started filling his apartment with sex toys, dildos and silicon models of various real women and furry fetish stuff (I'm not attracted by that stuff at all in real life). We laughed while we were using metal molds in a bath tub to mold dildos that we put in all of his kitchen lockers when they were done. We also built at least two beds out of wood that we put against the left wall in the above picture.
The large, real-life scale silicon models were made in some sort of bright red rubbery plastic. One of my friends had done a mistake in mixing the rubber, however. The result was that they were full of air bubbles that occasionally surfaced to the "skin" and caused ugly warts to appear. Then the bright red plastic turned into human skin and all of the silicon figured turned into real women/animals/whatevers and I woke up.