I had these really weird dreams within the last month or so. Take a stab at them if you want, but I'd be interested to know what you have to say about them. Names have been changed.
FIRST DREAM:
I dreamt I was visiting Julie. It was a very strange but welcome dream. I stepped out from the car, scrunching my face at its other inhabitants in a display of faux defiance. She walked out the front door, our eyes met and she leapt into my arms, wrapping herself around me as tight as she could. I returned the favour eagerly, as the moment couldn't have been better. She continued to stay wrapped around me as I walked into the house, her legs now around my waist in a somewhat dodgy-looking but ultimately innocent manner. I later had to drop her, as incredibly lightweight as she was, as her sister Liz asked me to join her in the laundry room (what?). She told me she wanted to know more about me, due to her being concerned about her dear sister being friends with what was to her a stranger. At some point after I told her my age and how Julie and I met, she was soon grinding her backside against my... er, frontside, and made it apparent that she was very sexually attracted to me, but I suspected that she was testing me, to see if I would do something dodgy with her which would aid in her final judgment of me. She undid her bra beneath her shirt, without actually taking her shirt off or ceasing to grind against me, and as it slipped downward she beckoned for me to move my hands upward. I didn't do this, however, as the dream quickly ended. (Note: I wouldn't have done it even if the dream had continued - I won't explain why.)
Also, Liz changes her hair colour often but in this particular dream she was blonde.
SECOND DREAM (I recorded this down five minutes after I woke up):
It started out with me, my uncle and paternal grandparents arranging and going on a trip to Auckland to hang out in the park (my nan referred to it as "the park") and see a movie. The trip between Tok and Auckland took 1 hour, as opposed to the standard 3 hours. Soon, I met up with Madeline. Her hair was blonde and the same length as it was when I first met her (down to her shoulders), but for the majority of the dream it was dyed black, a bit longer and tied up. She was wearing a teal dress thingy, with a black short-sleeved overshirt thingy unbuttoned and worn over it. It was one of those formal-type dresses, so there was no cleavage or revealing of certain parts.

We were hanging out in the city at first but soon we were at her house, which she had just moved into with her family (this is when her hair changed from blonde to black). Her kitchen was full of random spices. Not sure why. We were being so random for some reason, but it was really fun. We were laughing and smiling a lot. At least it meant I wasn't boring. For some reason, we shifted into ballroom dancing around the kitchen and I was expectedly inept at it. She didn't mind. We were just being silly after all. At some point, I tried lifting her over my shoulder, something she laughed about. I couldn't do it. I'm weak, even in my dreams.

I did, however, manage to lift her up and carry her around by way of having my right arm draped around her belly (as much as I hate to use that word). Weird, since I could barely lift her up earlier in the dream. I carried her over to the front window, where she noticed a painted house across the street. She saw a man through its glass sliding door, watching TV. She went silent for a short moment. I asked what was wrong. She said her father was living "in that paperback house" (eh?). Her father, who had abused her when she were a child and left her mother to raise her and her sisters on her own*.
* This isn't true IRL, but in the dream it was. I suspect this was a carry-over of some sort from my memories of Julie (from the first dream), as her father did the same thing to her and then abandoned her mother, leaving her to raise her daughters on her own.