Scratch marks

Last night I dreamed about visiting a friend in a foreign country. She lived in an isolated mountain town, albeit a modern one with Communist architecture. At some point people were swept up in a mass psychosis of sorts. Something to do with treating each other as products. We took refuge in an empty storefront, but had no supplies. So my friend handed me a few bills and sent me to the supermarket. I said, wait, I'm not familiar with the money here, why don't we go together. She didn't like that. I went alone. Lost my way, but ran into a group of people I'd met there. We went back to tell my friend, but couldn't find the storefront anymore. So we headed to the supermarket anyway. It was crowded, and a brawl started in which people were sticking labels with discounted prices on each other. Turns out it was all a marketing stunt or something? Either way that was waking up time.

Dreamed I was at some sort of oceanic research facility where they were trying to make humans partially aquatic and/or give aquatic mammals human intelligence, all so we could communicate with some water-dwelling aliens. There was a huge pool, of course, but also an underground train station that could double as a bicycle track. Guess they didn't want humans forgetting how to live on land. The on-site living quarters were interesting too. They had 1960s-style wood paneling but came with automatic doors and lights.