Today's dream: I died and became a finger to save the world

Today I had one of the strangest dreams I've had. I'll narrate all that I remember from the dream. But first, this song is awesome:

<3 I love this music.

Sacrificing myself unintentionally

I was in a big house beside a street (as most houses are) when some sort of rival appeared. I do not remember the nature of the enemy, but I knew that I had to protect the world, or the vast environment around me. I decided to do the morally right thing, but investing the least possible effort doing it. I hopped onto some sort of gas truck to ride into battle.

The truck was more like a fire truck. I don't remember the appearance of the back part of the truck, but it symbolised fire for me (like a gas truck carrying pure fire). But I was very misled by my expectations! I thought I would chase the enemy and stop him, but when I drove the fire truck to the middle of the street, thinking I would be able to run out of the truck and save myself, the "enemy" (I have no idea what he looked like, just that he was something big, perhaps someone driving a bigger truck), he was indeed stopped, but the back part of my truck also exploded and there was a very intriguing instrument of death at the front of the truck.

There was a pipe that went from the back of the truck to the front, like an exhaust pipe but instead of pointing toward the back, it pointed toward the driver's seat. As soon as my truck exploded in flames, the pipe threw an enormous stream of fire on me. It looked very yellow and bright, almost white, and I died. (Very awesome design, Mr or Ms engineer! Why make a driver-killing device, though...)

Becoming a finger

I somehow had the idea that I had left the tip of a finger somewhere, and that if I could manage to reside in it, I would save myself from the death of my spirit and consciousness. It was a bit charred, and it was lying on top of something, somewhere near the street. I made the choice and was at once inside the finger, or I was finger. I was about 2 cm tall and 1 cm wide.

I called someone in my house, which was near where I was (I went inside) and I asked for help. It was an old man that reminded me of Rick in Rick & Morty (wild hair). He said yes, so I grew a little more. I was now a tiny finger but I had legs and arms, very tiny, though. I was very worried about the things I had lost, like a phone and a Scrabble game. I got new ones, and they worked, but they were much worse. The phone was a much lower tier and the Scrabble game was old, clunky and looked like the comparison between Windows 95 and Windows 10.

Then, I joined a chatroom where my friends were talking. It was a very comfortable space because I felt right at home with my friends. However, I was logged into another account that I had made as a backup before on the bad phone. The profile picture and name were different. The name was a few random letters, very short and non-identifying (May have been something like PB TY-L) and the profile picture was a very woolly ram with big and pointy horns. It seemed way too aggressive for a simple pasture eater.

Asking for help

The last thing I remember is asking @LunaticPandora to help me go back to my "days of glory" (by which I meant the days when I was a fully grown being and not a finger, and when I had cool stuff and not an old phone with an old account and an old Scrabble game). However, he said he couldn't because he was helping two more friends of ours and was busy. I started drawing on a dirty glass table with my fingers (finger with fingers :D).

I drew a graph with elements such as "days of glory" and other things. It was like a plan. Then I started urging @LunaticPandora again by writing little circly arrows coming out of the "days of glory" and pointing at them again. I was also saying things like "back to the days of glory!"

After-credit bloopers

I had a little scene afterwards. I was cleaning my wooden desk. It had many complexities, like shelves and drawers (I don't actually have a desk, just a table). I had something like a napkin and was using it to clear a corner bellow a walley part of the desk. I managed to carry some dirt out of the corner and threw it behind the desk, where the floor would have been if my brother hadn't just at that moment been walking up the stairs.

The dirt fell on him and he looked at me angrily and threw the dirt back at me. I crouched, somewhat in fear (reflex of having people throw things at me) and I told him "but tell me when you're coming upstairs!". I didn't realise how unreasonable a demand that was, to have someone tell me whenever they plan to use the stairs.

My brother simply walked away. Behind him were two younger girls that he had invited home that were talking with each other and with my brother. They were joyfully chatting and laughing as if nothing were happening when they came and they didn't stop as they walked away.