The Queen, Donkey and Wictorian Flirts

 We were about to enter a conflict by Clemenstorget in Lund with a lot of people, but then the British Queen was there and she spoke the magic password, and an enormous gate opened near the station, where the entire Grand Hotel area had been sealed off with chain link fence. The whole procession slid forward smoothly, me near the Queen at the top of the carnival wagon we were riding.

It took us to "Hov", a new bar where the old Mango bar used to be. I pointed out to the Queen that it was a witty choice of bar, with that name. She nodded gracefully. Champagne was served. Wictor was there with me, being single and hitting on a girl that I felt was rather unpleasant, with a ratty blonde page. He changed to another one with curly brown/red and I got tired and tried to leave. Turned out parts of the bar was sealed off, too, and I got stuck halfway through a hole in a hastily put together, broken fence.

I and Wictor were running around snowy hills in a market that might have been in Stadsparken. We slid down one of them, holding hands, and broke straight through the ice of the pond below. He commented how my boots didn't look at all wet despite having been down in the water and then I fell through to my waist and he took back his words.

All wet, we climbed out. We met a girl he had been flirting with and though I first thought it was one of those I'd met before, it turned out to be a third one that I didn't know. She had curly brown/red hair too and was quite nice. We talked for a bit.

I was leaving a party and had to bring with me a lot of sweets that were either line or a gift. They were all loaded up on a cart drawn by a sad-looking donkey. I tried some slim marshmallows and they stuck to the plate. For some reason, I was told to go, so I sat up on the donkey cart as well and it started walking. As it occurred silly to me that we didn't wait for all the sweets to be loaded, I hissed to the monkey and it stopped. Snow all around. Evening. It started walking again. I hissed. It stopped. Waited. Started walking, hiss, stopp. We were almost all the way around the parking/turning point in front of the grand House, the cart started sliding backwards and the poor donkey had to struggle to hold us in place. When it started walking again I just let it. 

The Spargodt Heist

 We were five people pulling a heist at a big mansion that looked like Spargodt. Vaughn and someone who looked like Nick was among us. We'd managed a perfect infiltration and needed to do the final things to manage our escape. I found a set of cables, connected to an enormous generator, and disconnected them. The whole place went dark and I wasn't sure what else I was supposed to do.

The whole place was coming alive with security and other staff. I asked another of the people I was with what I was supposed to do and they told me to connect the cable and get the power back on again; we'd done whatever we came for, apparently. I got into a car, drove about ten and managed to wreck a streetlight on the way.

I found the little shack on the grounds where the other guys were already changing into their other set of clothes in order to sneak out unnoticed. Suddenly it was only me left, but I had forgotten my change of disguise and had to improvise. Just as I was done the door to the shack opened and my heist members were being shoved in, one by one, by some crazed looking man. He'd found us out. He also crammed in a horse in the shack and I suspected he was going to let the horse die and then have it explode on all of us.

I was lying down on the floor, trying to make myself invisible, as he was getting the other guys in and injected them with something that paralysed them. He then saw me and I did my best to look paralysed myself. He seemed to rack his brain but then another of the guys, who locked like Nicholas (I'd seen a commercial the day before with a guy that looked like Nicholas), moved and he jammed the large syringe into his ribs. I was going to be the sole person not to be injected...

I was on Hinge and had messaged an elderly Japanese lady. She messaged back and pointed out the meaning of ちょっわ, as I had misspelled ちょっと.