Another dream

I had a dream about one story, but from three different perspectives. In the first perspective I was myself. My family and some other people had rented a villa somewhere. Then one of the friends was actually a wuxia. He flew to the heavens with his wife and together they stormed the palace of the heavens. They wanted to kill these two men who had assaulted his sister many years ago. I ran outside and it was nighttime. Then I saw them return, but they didn't want to talk about it. The second perspective was the morning of that day. My brother was in the bathroom watching A Series of Unfortunate Events and they were planning the attack wearing ancient Chinese battle gear. In the third perspective I was the man. At the door of the palace of the heavens the emperor and his wife drew their swords and forbade me from entering, so I basically cut down everyone in the entire palace just to kill those two people. Then I was arrested and my friends were like "What have you done?" and I remember going down stairs with my hands on the banister (it was made of a really thick rope) grinning and saying it was worth it. So that was really violent and weird. At first I was actually killing people but then I got tired so I was kind of just touching people's shoulders with the sword and they'd fall to the ground, injured. Also the wuxia couple could fly because they would turn into bats. But you could catch them with this magic scroll. If you threw the scroll into the air and it managed to hit them, the bat would turn into a painting on the scroll. But it had to be exactly right. In the first perspective after they flew back down at night I threw the scroll at one of them and actually caught them and remember feeling pretty happy about aiming well. Also the man looked like William Chan. So I guess it was because I saw this picture on Instagram about an hour before going to bed. But that was really scary and disturbing. Some of my dreams are really weird. The nice ones just get forgotten. The night before that dream I actually had a nice dream. I went to UCL, and as I was moving into my dorm all the seniors who'd graduated were pissed that they had to leave. (One of them was Iris?) But finally they left but left behind a piece of paper with an assignment. As my other roommates (including Gabe) arrived we all had to do the assignment. But it was fun -- I remember having fun in the dream. I don't remember the details of that, but I vividly remember really awful dreams.