The Dreams of June 25-26

All these things may have been tied together in one dream, but as the "connections" between the settings have faded (I'm having enough trouble remembering the different parts themselves) I'll treat them like individual dreams.

I think the first one was the one where I was somewhere in the UK and I had some place to go and a plane I needed to catch (I think at Prestwick airport), but for some reason I knew I'd miss it so I was trying to get to another plane and go home for a day so I could still return to the UK a couple of days later on the other flight I also had booked. I was in a small town somewhere in England when, not sure how, I found myself in a hostage situation on a bus. I don't remember being on the bus before the guy with the machine gun turned up, but there were a couple of other people on there who had luggage too so I think I may have been on it already. There was a brown-haired Swedish girl on the seat across from mine. Hostage-taker-guy had a huge sack he wanted everyone to put their wallets and handbags in. I'd put my money in my pocket and for some reason knew he wouldn't find it so my bag was free of valuables. Since it was my Aviv-bag and worth nothing I asked him if I could hang on to it, for sentimental reasons. He agreed but then started bullying everyone to put their phones in there as well. Again, I wanted to keep mine and knew it was worth nothing so I told him that it was a Nokia 1112 that had cost me 300 SEK when it was brand new (I think hostage-taker-guy was Swedish too since he seemed to realise how cheap it was). He made a big deal about phones like mine being the best ones but the lack of monetary value of it was apparently enough reason to let me keep it.
The bus travelled somewhere and stopped outside a restaurant in an old stone building, like a small castle. For some reason the manager of it came out to talk to hostege-taker-guy. And it was the manager of the Pizza Hut at Baker Street tube station in London (a gangly, black man with really long dreadlocks - some of which are blond. He even wore the same suit as when Kit and I saw him at Pizza Hut). The manager went back inside and hostage-taker-guy seemed to be busy doing something at the front of the bus and the back exit was open, so I took my Aviv-bag and ran for it. I ran into the restaurant and up some dark, wooden stairs to a small landing with a window facing the parking lot outside and a bunch of closed doors of the same wood as the stairs. The manager was there and I think we talked about the situation but I don't remember what was said. At first I thought I'd gotten away, but then hostage-taker-guy came running up the stairs (I did not give any thought to why he'd left the other twenty or so hostages alone in the bus to get me). He went over to the window where manager-man was, I was sitting on the floor just where the stairs ended. Hostage-taker-guy said something and then began to fire his machine gun, making a "sweeping motion" across the room, starting to the left of me and then reaching the left side of my head. I remember how it felt to be hit by... whatever he was shooting. It wasn't bullets, I don't think it was paint, it felt more like powerful puffs of air. He shot at my leg too, just at the ankle and it left a weird pattern on the hem of my jeans. Quite stylish, actually.
-End part 1 of the dream

I was back in Sweden and I made my way home. Except home was in the woods, by a lake. In a tiny, brick-shaped house that seemed to have only the one room and no kitchen or bathroom. The entrance was a glass door leading onto a sort of patio, what you'd expect in the garden of a "real" house. Inside there was a bed in one corner and a computer in another corner. I went there, hoping to find a cheap flight back to the UK as soon as possible. Then Kit, at least I think it was Kit, was there and we were talking about something when a big, flying bug appeared and it was following me. I shrieked and ran for the door. The bug came after me, but Kit managed to close the door on it and squash it.
That's all I remember from this part of the dream, I think I left to go to the airport or something after this.
-End part 2 of the dream

I was driving in a car constructed for troublesome terrain, it might have been a jeep. Someone was with me, it might have been my brother or maybe Beppo. We were driving up a gravel road and on our left were rows and rows of grape plants. It seemed to be a vineyard. When we got to the end of the road there was a guard there. I saw a guy I know from uni talking to him and saying he was going to "Emme's party" and was let through. Since I had no such excuse I ran off to the left where there was a very steep grassy slope to climb up and I did. Then I realised I couldn't quite remember the name of the guy I'd spotted. I remember thinking it might have been Daniel but since I wasn't sure I just shouted "Hiiiiii!" at him (lucky I did, his name is Kristofer). When I'd started the uni in Linköping he'd been one of my "guides". There are all kinds of activities for the first two weeks and the new students are divided into groups with two or three "guides" helping them settle in. He was happy to see me and I asked if the first two weeks had started yet and he told me they'd start the following day.
-End part 3 of the dream.

That's it. There was more to this dream, or series of dreams, but this is all I can remember.