Slasher movie much..?

Dream::
#1

Part 1:
I showed up at my mom's house, exhausted and carrying this huge hiking backpack. Usually her place is in the middle of urban Winnipeg, but her house here stood out in the woods. Nobody was home when I went inside and I thought of how strange that was. But I made myself food and situated myself in the basement bedroom. As I was relaxing, my sister came into the room, asking to borrow a movie from the vew few items in there. I don't think I even gave her one, but instead started to watch one myself. And went into a dream within a dream.

Part 2:
The dream within a dream: I was part of the very large cast of strangers. There were three carfuls of us, all between the ages of 20-35. We had rented a very big house, a mansion almost cabin-like, in this very rich neighbourhood. The character involved were all very interesting - you had the tough guy, three nerdy boys who were very close, this asian guy, another guy portraying very douchebag-like traits, a few girls, another girl that was really a cartoon character that I watched change into human form, and myself. The backyard to this mansion was quite small for a house of this size, but still pretty fancy like the rest of the place.

It started to get closer to evening, and all of us were exploring the house. The basement was incredibly creepy and we were obviously supposed to stay out. But we didn't. Four of us were exploring downstairs after we pried the door open. There were weird tall cases with chains and locks on them. Creepy spiked barrels piled in one corner. Everything was dusty, and there were only one eerie swinging lightbulb to light everything up.

The tough guy was determined to get open this tall double-doored set of cabinets, locked shut with a chain wrapped around it. He pushed and pulled at it, shook it, and then pried at the lock with a crowbar until it snapped off. Inside was a wealth of liquor. Bottles of rye, whisky, vodka, and some random ones with what looked like Russian writing on it. He was super excited about this, "See? Thank me later. Now I wonder what's in the other ones."

I am usually one for exploring, so of course I was looking around all this weird, old, and very dusty stuff. However, I refused to open anything that clearly was not meant to be opened. The asian guy was bent on opening up one of these creepy spiked barrels in the corner. He took the crowbar from the other guy and was trying to open the lid. He started trying to hit it with the crowbar, and as he swung it back to get momentum he accidentally hit off the vent cover hidden in the ceiling as he brought it down upon the barrel. At that exact moment tho, as the vent cover fell off, all this hissing and dust came flying out. The swinging lightbulb flickered out for two seconds. Everybody stopped. This was entirely too creepy - that was agreed. But when the light flickered back on we saw that he had indeed knocked off the lid of the barrel. He looked inside. There was nothing. And we were all suddenly much too scared to stay in that basement.

Now in the backyard, we drank up that liquor, And did what people do when they rent out a place for a weekend - party.

However, something was watching us. Some really creepy hooded figure, akin to one you'd find in a scary slasher movie, was plotting something. Perhaps we released something in that basement. Perhaps it was always there. One by one, they would go missing. At first it seemed like maybe they went off to go smoke a joint or something. Until we caught sight of this freaky hooded figure. And everyone bolted, trying to save their own necks.

There was a park close by. That is where I went with a few of the others (two of the girls and one of the boy nerds, who mysteriously had a weird burn line mark across the top of his hand). We attempted to hide in the trees. Altho it seemed like no matter where any of us went to hide, that thing was right on our trail. And usually one step ahead. One of the girls had run past this outdoor hot tub display, and saw that she could open what looked like a big sliding drawer in the side of it. She crawled in. But did not care to look inside of the hot tub that she was getting into. For it wasn't full of water, but instead that creepy hooded figure lay inside in wait, He took his big jagged dagger and stabbed it through the bottom of the hot tub, slicing into her and creating an opening through which he put his hand. Then grabbed her throat.

The scene switched. It now focused on the few of us left alive. Myself, the three nerds who all had the same mysterious burn mark across all of their hands, and one of the girls. It seemed like those with the burn mark were not actually being followed. It actually seemed as though they were safe. The girl and I, were not safe even though we were with them.

It seemed the only way to run was through the neighbourhood of these big mansions. And almost directly to one of the houses with this old man in front. He saw us running frantically, partially covered in blood and signalled us over and inside. He was skinny and bent-over, and way too happy to have us inside of his house. I was the first to think it, that we were being corralled over here. The doors appeared to lock, without any way to unlock them. He wasn't interested in the girls, but more so the guys with the marks across their hands. He wanted them.

Then I woke up.

Dream::
#2

This dream was completely unlike the first one. In this dream it was my birthday party. I had tons of weird looking "goody bags" in the form of these jelly frisbee-like devices. I invited most of the girls I was friends with in high school, One of them (in their 8 year old self) actually fixed a smashed up car in my garage before my step-dad could get home and stop her.

It was very short. I didn't accomplish very much because it was lucid and I was just sort of wandering around between everyone, thinking to myself, "Wow, I havent thought about you in years. Why the hell do you decide to show up now?" Followed by a sense of wonder.