How often do anons have consistent, storied dreams? It's happened to me only once before, and this is the second time. I'm going to write about both of the related dreams, while secretly hoping for a third soon.
In the first dream, it was wintery and always snowy. It was set in a city, but it always seemed sort of empty when I was outside, presumably due to the cold. The architecture was boreal, dark, and mostly wood. Old school late-1800's perhaps, I don't know. I lived on the second floor of a combination restaurant/ bar that I worked for. I remember my clothes looking vaguely like Spider-Man Noir's costume without the mask or hat. The owner and main bartender was this stern black haired woman who gave me my jobs, and in exchange for my work I got to live in the bar and they took care of bed and board. I don't remember what I did, and this was a long time ago so most of the dream is very hazy or just things I've made up since. Near my room, there was this girl whom I was somewhat close to. She was my only "friend" in a sense, and I vividly recall doing my work and saving up my money specifically for the both of us, or just for her. I remember accessing the bar through various unusual means to "turn in" my jobs, particularly climbing through windows. It was hard, unrewarding work, but it was worth it. That's all I remember of the first one. I regret how little I recall because there were a lot of interesting small details I've since forgotten. The sequel is a bit more clear to me.
This was the same place, though for some reason its layout had changed completely. Instead of it snowing, it was raining, though there was still snow on the ground. I remember being a bit older, and being much closer with the girl I mentioned previously. I still did work for the same bar, usually the same stuff, whatever it was. The earliest thing I remember was tentatively talking with the girl on the way back to the bar, and when we reached the door, I did something odd. It wasn't so much a "door" as it was a blocked off past entryway that had a broken window far above it. I'm talking, 10 feet up this big window was open and completely broken off. Instead of continuing with the girl to the actual front door, I leapt up and sort of Spider-Man'd my way up into the window. There was a guy below me, and I said "Hey." to him, to let him know I was coming down. Then, I rolled into the bar and met the girl and the owner at the actual counter. For some reason when this happened I recalled at some point recently doing the same thing, except the guy wasn't there. I had a short argument with the owner about the available supplies for some sort of event. In this particular instance there was some sort of party that we had considered throwing-- or just a small notable thing in general. I can't recall what it was specifically but something tells me it was for something between me and the girl. She argued that there wasn't enough, and we'd start the party but run out of beer and food, which would make people upset. I argued that we did have the supplies necessary, it was just far away. I told her that we're going to do the event and I was going to collect the necessities from our separated stash somewhere off in a different place. It was then that I went back, climbed through the same window I entered in and then left.
For some reason I recall the stash being some sort of generic Zelda BotW tree house thing but I didn't actually see it in the dream itself so I consider that to be non-canon. The dreams themselves give me Spider-Man Noir vibes even though I'm technically just a pitiful errand boy for a larger, but still extremely poor and barely functioning group with a coworker whom I presumably have a romantic angle with, which is strange. I don't usually have much media connection to my dreams