I was paying someone back for something, £3.04, so I pulled out three pound coins and coins that I though were two 2-pence coins, but on looking at one further, it was a 4-pence coin. This coin was the colour of copper coins when they are not quite new, but not fully tarnished. It started off circular, like a 2p, but on closer inspection it was square, with the words ‘four pence’ in the centre, and a number 4 written below it in a kind of old-fashioned script. At each of the corners of the square there was a raised square, with the number value of the coin embossed (raised) in that square. We were in a watch shop so supposed that it might have been a token from there. I looked around and found another one, the colour of burnished steel, though slightly blacker in the parts that were not raised. I think it was another 4p. I looked through my purse again and all of the coins in my purse, though they had not been before, we’re now this new type of square token-coin. They were also quite thin pieces of metal. I found one in my purse, slightly larger than the first one I looked at, which seemed to have a description of what currency it was. I started to read it, but I was hurried by my mum who was with me (I don’t think it was her I was paying though), that we were late for something and I could read it later. I looked around the shop again (I say it was a ‘watch shop’; the room we were in was actually pretty bare and minimal. I think we were in some kind of back room) and on the floor found another coin which I added to my purse. I began to wonder why the coins had ‘pence’ on them if they were a different currency. I think it was some kind of occasion; my family and I were going to a chinese restaurant similar to one we frequent when there’s an occasion, but different, as is often the case with dreams. My dad and brother were already there, and my mum and I joined them. Our table was so close to the door, my seat was actually within the doorway, but for some reason nobody seemed bothered by this, not even me. I had my purse in my hands so I began to wonder about the coins again, when food arrived. It was a thick chicken and sweetcorn soup, something I normally get when I’m there except this serving was twice as big, in a flattened bowl. I began to mix soy sauce into the soup. My dream skips to the next part before I ate any. It was a different occasion now, possibly a friend’s birthday because my family was not with me. They decided to go paintballing; I don’t remember agreeing to go but I was still there anyway. I don’t remember entering the arena but it was amazing; like an abandoned hotel had been given to us just for paintball. It had very spacious grounds but mostly the paintballing was to be done within the hotel and its courtyard. For some reason I was extremely scared, more so than I’d normally be if I were in a paintball game, when I saw that the opposing team were cybermen - yes, cybermen, this is a dream after all - without guns, I think, so I decided to find a room to lock myself into until it was over. (turns out the guns weren’t paintball guns but ‘laser’ guns that would disable the cybermen.) Apparently I’d been in this same situation before, as I had a flashback of a time when I’d managed to win a game of ‘paintball’ (cybermen included) by being locked in a room that automatically locked itself after a period of time, and for the rest of the game, so I thought if I could just do the same now, I’d be fine. But this was an old hotel, and the doors only had one rather flimsy lock. I found a room that wasn’t locked, and went and locked myself in it, but the door had a chunk missing from it at the side which meant that other players - probably not cybermen, their hands are too big - could reach in and unlock the door if they wanted to get in. I wanted to watch what was happening so I looked out of the window; there were wolffish dogs attacking the players as well. Now I was terrified, and I didn’t want to be near the door to watch what was going on, so I decided to make a periscope. On the table there was a mirror which I broke into squares, and a piece of paper which I started to fold around the mirrors (I was doing this in entirely the wrong way, I don’t think my dream-self knew how periscopes worked). As I was doing this, I glanced outside through the missing part of the door and somebody was outside watching me; they weren’t intentionally watching me, it looked like they were trying to crouch, hidden outside the room, but they were glancing inside the room at the same time. He unlocked the door - to my protests - and told me to get out and fight, it wasn’t fair on the other players that I was still here. I begged him to at least let me finish making my periscope, I wouldn’t stand a chance against cybermen. He went away and I locked the door again, and tried to make my periscope with little success. I could hear sounds of cybermen approaching my door but I wasn’t worried, I knew they couldn’t get in. I actually managed to stay hidden in there again for what appeared to be the duration of the game. Near the end, I saw a woman and a young child outside my door, so I opened the door and let them in. The woman was clearly a fighter. She seemed to think we had something in common, because recognition dawned on her and she hugged me very tight; the next thing I knew, her and her child were gone, but I could hear their voices inside my head, telling me where to go and what to do to get out. I felt brave and raring to go, so I opened the door. The coast seemed clear… and then I woke up. Whew! That was a weird one. Sorry for the TL;DR-ness, I’m posting from my phone and as far as I know you can’t do a ‘read more’ from there (nor can you edit one in, which is highly annoying).