What do you think of these, Dr. Freud?

On my first night on the train from Moscow to Novosibirsk, I dreamt I was attacked by someone in my compartment. I used my crappy fake Swiss army knife to defend myself. Then the money-changers from the Helsinki-Moscow train came by and asked if I needed any help. I said I was fine, I had a knife so I could defend myself. Then my attacker managed to bend the handle of the knife and cut my hand. When I woke up, there were cuts on my hand and blood on my sheet. It took me a while to realise that somehow I had smashed my watch and had cut my hand with the broken glass ...

On my first night in Novosibirsk, I dreamt I got up, took a shower and started looking around my new dorm room. This was a very vivid dream. I noticed I had a pet (I think it was a hamster or a rat). And not just any pet, a speaking one! It demanded to be fed. As I looked for food to give it, I noticed a growing number of other pets. They were not pleased with what I fed them, and demanded I feed tham bananas. I went out to buy bananas, to find yet more (and ever larger) speaking and dissattisfied animals in my room, even including an elephant! Then it dawned on me that this was all quite ridiculous and I woke up.
I guess this dream was caused by being in a totally new place and having no idea what to expect.

In the Gobi, I dreamt I had just come to Ulaan Bataar from Belgium, and noticed that my cat had gotten into my backpack at home and travelled with me. I was staying at Nassan's guesthouse, and in my dream one of the rules on the list in the kitchen (do not bring strangers into the rooms, etc.) was no pets. Now as long as I was staying in UB, I could take care of my cat and Nassan or other people wouldn't notice, and my roommates apparantly didn't mind. But I was about to go on a trip to the countryside, and had no idea where to hide my cat or make sure it was being fed while I was away.
The night before I dreamt this we'd stayed with a family who had the only cat I saw in Mongolia. She liked to sneak into our van, and I had been somewhat worried we were accidently going to take it.

On one of my last nights in Mongolia, I dreamt I went to the airport to fly to Berlin. But it wasn't an airport, it was a Russian bus station, and it was huge. I couldn't find a bus or marshrutka to Berlin. After a while I started looking for marshrutkas going to Warsaw or other places in central Europe as well, and then I found one to Antwerp, and it was going to leave in 15 minutes or so and was filling up. So I had to decide wether to go to Berlin (i.e. keep travelling) or to Antwerp fast.
The meaning of this one is quite obvious: one part of me just wanted to go home, another didn't want the trip to be over yet.

An interesting aspect of the 2 last ones, is that they involved a tough dilemma, and I don't remember solving it. Either I woke up, or the storyline of my dream changed completely, kinda like Lost Highway. Fear of commitment? Moi?

Sweet dreams are made of these
Who am I to disagree
I've travelled the world and the seven seas
Everybody's looking for something