A Series of Dreams

So,

I experienced an out-of-the-ordinary number of dream-filled nights. They weren't great restful sleeps but they were definitely interesting. Here are the fragments that I remember from the bizarre collection of dreams.

There's a wide dining room. Round tables covered in red cloth and chairs all around. It's bright, with clear, glass windows showing patches of sky. 2 birds, a pigeon and a coloured one. Both are flying frantically throughout the room. The sound of flapping and squawking create an atmosphere of chaos and desperation. The birds become increasingly anxious. They see the unreachable blue sky outside and the spacious room seems to shrink, constricting, trapping, suffocating. People, who appear to have been active but unobserved the whole time come to focus. They are chasing, trying to direct the birds to an opening down low. Their efforts are in vain. The birds crash into them and claw at their arms, unable to comprehend their intention and ability to help.

A young girl with dark eyes and hair. She carries an aura of darkness. She has some kind of malevolent purpose. She finds an ally and they attempt to break into a highly secure...? Some sort of institution? A safe? They try to infiltrate whatever it was and its security system traps them in a metal room. They are locked. She pulls out a long, curved knife and slices through the thick metal doors, as if it's no more than paper. Through one layer of defence, then another.

Vines. Green, winding, stretching upwards. It's some sort of game. I have to plant a certain flower to unlock specific abilities? To score points? To obtain hints to get to the next level? The flower is planted. Something blings.

My subconscious being weird.
Me.