I sometimes put my dreams into blog posts to try and help fathom them. I was touring the old town (of somewhere) with Elena (from Ukraine). It was a brick castle and there was a group of us on a hill. Elena had bought a zapiekanka for me. When I went to eat it, another person in our group had eaten it.
The Dream About A Castle With Orange Peel On A Bed
Elena apologised and I said it was okay, it wasn’t her fault.
Then we looked at ghosts through a telescope. Later there was a video and half of our group were clothed and half were naked.
In a different room from that, Elena was with me.
Another unusual girl that we didn’t speak to, she slept on orange peel in a hostel.
I woke up.