Dreams.

Keywords: bandit, Matthew McConaughey, knife, dark blue, pistol, dwarf.

I am an FBI agent x) Together with a partner (who looked like Matthew McConaughey), we are investigating some complex case. I don't remember the beginning, but the action starts in an apartment inhabited by some bandits. I and another agent were working undercover. Matthew comes into this apartment and starts hashing something out with these bandits (there were three of them), then another bandit appears. He leads me into another room and starts aggressive. It's unclear whether it's because I blew my cover or for some other reason. In short, he intends to kill me, punches me in the jaw, threatens me with something (while I was like their financier, a paper-pushing nerd who is afraid of everything). While he's talking, I pretend I'm in a lot of pain, but I pull a butterfly knife from my pocket and with a swift motion slit his throat. Then I put about ten more holes in his stomach. I somehow managed not to get dirty (I was wearing a beautiful dark blue suit with a white shirt and a dark blue tie). I return to the first room and stand where I was (against the wall in the middle of the room, so I had a good view). The guy working undercover with me was exposed, and the bandit standing to the right and slightly behind him pulls out a pistol. I notice this and shout to the undercover guy: "Look out!", or something like that. He reacts. With one hand, he blocks the arm with the pistol; with the other hand, he pulls out his own pistol, shoots the first bandit, and shoots the bandit standing opposite. The third bandit pulls out a weapon, but doesn't have time to do anything; Matthew McConaughey grabs him, starts wrestling with him, falls to the floor during the struggle, takes the weapon, and kills him. Just then, another bandit runs in with a pistol ready, but doesn't have time to do anything; I throw a knife at him and, of course, hit him right in the throat. He falls, pulls the trigger in convulsions, the pistol starts firing, and the bullets almost hit me and Matthew. Everyone is sh*t-faced from what happened. Matt sits on the floor, leaning his back against the wall, and says that the bosses will give me hell for all this crap with the knife.

Then McConaughey and I find ourselves on the street (like some time has already passed after the previous incident), in some creepy, semi-abandoned district (it looked very much like the one where I live, lol, though much more dilapidated than irl). We are joined by two other agents: a balding man in a suit and tie



and a blonde in a dark blue dress x)



It turned out that their case was somehow connected to ours. Together, we head toward a tall building in this district. Inside, we find a strange freight elevator that has doors on all sides (but on the first floor, you can only enter through one door). While my colleagues were discussing something, I decided to inspect the elevator and stepped inside. The elevator looked eerie. Some inscriptions and drawings on the walls, fingernail scratches. Suddenly the doors close. The elevator starts moving and takes me up; the colleagues remain below. In a panic, I start pressing the first floor button, the stop button, and so on, but to no avail. The elevator rises to the 11th floor and stops, all four doors open, and I see rooms around me that look like hospital rooms. I continue to press the first floor button, but it does nothing. Matt (via radio?) reports that this is a former psychiatric clinic and tells me to stay put and wait until they come up. Then some dwarf appears in a clown outfit with a painted face and a medical cart. He doesn't seem to notice me and walks past. I start feeling very creeped out. I feel for the knife in my pocket (what the hell, where is my service pistol?), hands in pockets, nervously swaying from side to side, waiting for colleagues. A cleaning lady appears (a fat woman, also dressed as a clown, slightly taller than the dwarf) and another dwarf (dressed normally). The cleaning lady is mopping the floor, the dwarf is running around; then she notices me and asks who I am and what I'm doing here. I answer that I'm an FBI agent conducting an investigation, pull my badge from my inner pocket, and let her look. They look at it together with the dwarf, after which they start maliciously humming some song (the rhyme was based on investigation – baby education, I only remembered those two words). I start feeling incredibly creeped out. Suddenly, my balding colleague appears. He is incoherent, holding his head with his hands, muttering something, rolling his eyes. I grab him, ask what happened, try to bring him to his senses; he doesn't answer, continues to drool and mutter. The cleaning lady and the dwarf laugh hysterically and run away. The thought occurs to me that some psychotropic gas was sprayed here, which didn't affect me, but affected everyone else. The blonde appears, her dress torn in various places, shreds of fabric hanging off. She walks as if hypnotized, doesn't blink, with glassy eyes. I continue to be amazed by what's happening, thinking "well, we're screwed." And where is this Matthew McConaughey?! And then I wake up.

Cool dream (certainly better than the second season of True Detective), a shame of course that there was no ending. And the saddest thing is that I'll never know how it all ended, sad, sad..