1. Something about a boy with semi-spiky orange-red hair. He's middle school age and likes soccer, as well as skateboarding.
2. I'm a boy (that looks a lot like Draven). A person (I think male) approaches me and tells me I have magical powers and that I'm supposed to follow him. The dream turns into game mode in which I am a small, Mario-looking character (without the plumber hat and mustache), going through a level to get to the end (the end symbolizing the enemy's base). I can transform into a red monster in some cases in order to knock through bricks and such in the game. Then the game mode ends, and I'm the Draven man again. I'm with two other people- one male, one female. We have to infiltrate some place. There's a thing on the ceiling that leads to their base upstairs. We have to quickly open it and jump into it (we're in the basement, have to somehow jump through the small thing to the 1st floor) without the people on top of us noticing. In an amateur act, I open the thing slightly, only to realize that the bad guys are standing right next to it and now know that we're here. Us three run and hide under these stairs in the house (similar to the bottom 7 steps in our house between downstairs living room and hallway). It changes into 3rd person view midway the run, and I see former me saying sorry, sorry, sorry over again to his partners (because it was my fault that they're going to catch us. The boss of the bad guys pulls out a weapon (either a knife or a gun) and points it to the guy (that was formerly me). The words "Game Over" appears on the dream camera. My male partner in crime says before I'm killed, "I just want to make sure of one things." He looks at the second-in-command of the bad guys and asks, "Are you the one who asked for our help?" The person (aged around 25, spiky red-orange-brown hair) smiled slightly and says yes. His partners (the boss of the bad guy and another bad guy) are shocked. Pretty much, the 2nd in command (we don't know his face, only his voice) was the anonymous boss of us good guys who called for us to infiltrate the bad guy's base. Either he's actually good and wants us to succeed, or he's incredibly clever and is actually bad, bringing us to a trap (since apparently when we arrived there and were trying to go through the small thing in the ceiling, they were nearby there and knew we were coming, somehow). The end!
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