Dreamt that I was on some sort of wildlife documentary crew or something, trying to track down some sort of rare fish that had never been seen before. Apparently, it looked like a combination of the Pokemon Goldeen and a football, and its fins had large, sharp spines on the edges that would inject poison. The fish was also nocturnal, and apparently preyed on eagles which would for some reason land on the water at night like ducks. Its spines would inject $19K worth of poison if one were to touch them (I have no idea why that was the unit of measurement given, but I guess that's why I'm writing this here), and it would kill a person if they were to be poisoned. Apparently, there were legends of people committing suicide rather than letting the poison kill them. I stepped on one under the water at least twice, but I rewound time or something because I didn't want to die.
We decided to go back (to where I don't know), and I don't think we managed to see or film the fish. As we turned to leave, there was now a giant wall in the middle of the lake, which went further up onto land. The other side was the "Russian side," and there was some kind of eurotrash electronica party going on there that none of us cared about. We got onshore and walked into a tunnel, which reminded me of a large parking deck. We didn't expect to see anyone, but started to see people after awhile, and they were apparently somewhat hostile. We got further in, and there were tons of people, all of them screaming at each other and at us to wear facemasks. At that point, some asshole random number called me at 1AM and woke me up, and now I've been awake for four hours.
I really think that the past semester broke my brain or something.