Had two relatively short dreams, both about anthro people living on islands, getting the short end of the stick from humans.

1st Dream had a retro feel to it with early to mid 20th century tech, I was a wolf or maybe fox guy, most of it took place at night.
The island had a class system issue with the anthro inhabitants being more or less treated as second class citizens if not worse,
either being discriminated against and harassed by most humans or the laws straight up being written to exclude them.
I was some kind of Robin Hood like deal or otherwise a thief, things came to a boiling point when I found some jewelry unattended
and grabbed it before running full steam back home, I lived in a rented loft over an Inn/restaurant kind of set up in the part of town
that was mostly non humans. Quickly ran into trouble that I couldn't sell the jewelry and it was fancy enough that if caught with it
I'd be made out a thief right away since non of the non humans had that kind of wealth here, at least not normally.
There was a fire starting to spread in the anthro quarters, set by whoever considered themselves "in-charge" of the island that
had been ticked off for the last time, seemed more like they were using it as an excuse but it was bad either way.
In the end I escaped along with some others on a large sea plane piloted by an old friend, for some reason this old friend
was literally Baloo from the old TailSpin cartoon by Disney, the dream ended with us flying away and the raging fires on the island in the background.
I remember something about a bomb being dropped by humans but it honestly got fuzzy at that point.

I woke up but went back to bed, the first dream was probably around the mid point of the night, the second was before waking up fully.

2nd dream was more modern day, anthro and humans living on an island with a lot of political tension.
It showed a sweep of the island, fairly built up and modern, showed a military instillation that was some kind of air defense or early warning set up.
There were fewer humans than anthros this time around, and it seemed like it was the humans who were largely not welcome, though
there were no outlandish laws targeting them, just personal prejudices from old social and political wounds.
I was part of some small group who made it their purpose to express how unwelcome the humans were and were going to target a building,
some kind of resort or spa facility they built and pretty much didn't allow anthros into despite being a "local" and public business.
We weren't trying to kill them or anything, it was more of a scare tactic kind of deal, terrorism-lite as it were?
It was around then I was revealed "to the audience" as being a lizard or reptilian race, and that I was going to be sneaking into
the pool and then dramatically emerging to scare off the patrons, which went well enough until someone decided to play the hero.
Some human guy tried to stop me like he was supposed to be security or something, I ended up knocking him on his ass with a
solid right hook to the head, I then proceeded to grab whatever I could carry even if it wasn't valuable, just to mess with things.
As I ran out of the building and our group dispersed, the guy came running out after me and started chasing me down a street.
He started closing the distance as we exchanged words, first it was shouting expletives while sprinting but eventually turned
to both of us complaining at each other as we ran out of steam, he ended up catching up and grabbing me by the arm while we both wheezed.
It was at this point there was an info dump by me like some scripted event, it seemed that in the distant past humans had claimed the island
and oppressed the native population or maybe they made them with science or magic, it wasn't really clear on that part.
It was however clear that some sort of calamity or otherwise disaster took place on the island, and that most of the humans fled to safety
while leaving the rest to their demise, instead they ended up surviving and then flourishing only for the humans to return more recently
and try to make claims to land they had owned or otherwise possessions they'd abandoned when they fled.
Naturally this didn't go over very well with the anthro people, and while they allowed some to return as a sign of peace there was no shortage on tensions.

I recall actually speaking these things to him, not the usual slideshow or flashback montage I get in dreams when history comes up.

"You're people took everything from us, you spoke of your god who loved only you, left us with nothing and then ran away, we rebuilt and now
you are trying to take our home from us again, after everything you did, and you ask why we are angry, why we do not welcome you?"

He looked at me speechless for a bit, maybe their side left out some details in history books? While we stood there a plane roared overhead,
the man grabbed my arm again only this time pulling me to cover as the plane dropped something onto the city, followed by a boom.
It cut to an aerial view with the early warning station having been hit with some kind of explosive, the pilot radioing in their success.
I think there was a look of realization for what he had tried to do, trying to pull me to safety, there was also an ominous feeling of things to come.

I don't enjoy having heated dreams like that, but it was interesting at least, and another example of how my dreams sometimes try to continue themselves.