Multiple witnesses

I am being told a story. There is a man, a shapeshifter who can seem to be anyone, but when he smiles you see the shards of glass filling his mouth, grotesquely. I see the moment he would died, falling from a horse and landing on a glass bottle full of something he would been carrying, shattering it. The story shifts to the woman he would loved when he was alive. She was called a witch, and a mob took her and chained her to a tree in the forest, with a circle of some kind of wooden pegs placed in the ground to prevent the body from leaving that spot after death. Her body's left there without her head. I 'hear' the body briefly feel a dim sort of awareness of the presence of something familiar and loved nearby. Over time, the body comes loose from the chains as it decomposes, sinks into the ground and is covered by - I hear the word 'loam', but I am seeing moss growing over the body. The arms separate from the rest and hang from the chains. At one point, a horse that had belonged to her while she was alive comes to the tree and noses at those decaying arms, and they reach out and pat it. At another time, the body rises up from the ground and seems to dance, with those arms dancing along as if they were still attached - slightly altering how my vision works, I can see dark strings which would be invisible, manipulating the body like a puppet. That man with the mouth full of glass shards is pulling the strings. Later, a scene in which I am using <PERSON> as a pseudonym. (Woke up. Back to sleep.) On a ship after some incident in which several of the crew died, the captain came to me privately to ask a question. He is under the mistaken impression that I can see the future. I do not see the future, I just have more memories to draw on to recognize old patterns playing out again. The captain asks, essentially, whether any of those who died were important - he uses the word 'cheap.' I say to him, "No life is cheap." He acknowledges that this was poor phrasing, but "I need to know-" As he speaks, I see a go board. The point is made that certain moves will have a drastic impact on the outcome of the game, and others will not. The captain needs to know if any of the people we lost would have been necessary for this journey to succeed, in ways he cannot foresee himself. (Woke up. Back to sleep.) I am looking at paintings hanging on a wall, a series mostly depicting figures of the zodiac, with one in the center of a man labeled Dream. I am meeting with a man named <PERSON> who would initially tried to conceal his identity from me. He is disappointed to find I recognized him immediately. The persona he would put on for me was this sort of affable type; the real <PERSON> is - well, he gives the impression of being intimidating but I am not personally intimidated, I am just enjoying watching how complete his transformation is. The majority of the scene after that reveal consists of a tango, during which he leads - which is different, but I find I have no difficulty following. Great fun. He is proposing some kind of deal - there is something about him recognizing the way I have been challenging myself, and how working for him would be beneficial for both of us, something about working for a greater because, a sense of direction - but when the tango's over and he wants an answer, I just start laughing. Man, have you got the wrong guy. I am thoroughly enjoying every aspect of his presentation - the intimidating attitude, the seriousness of the deal he is proposing, the song and dance, his whole look - it is all incredibly appealing, but I have no intention of taking it seriously.