Dreams.

I had a strange dream today. It started with me walking through one of the markets in our city. I was there in real life last summer when I was looking for a service center for some gadget. I walked around, approached a stationery shop, and asked for sketchbooks. They showed me some, but they were all either graph paper or lined. None of them were suitable, so I left and walked past some Armenians or Gypsies who were selling something and arguing with each other. I noticed that I was holding a pillow (a large one; usually, three of them come with a bed). I thought to myself, what the heck am I doing with a pillow; it's so inconvenient to carry. I started looking for an exit, but the market was incredibly confusing (it's the same in real life). I thought I saw a place with a fence that looked like the place I came from. I walked closer, and the gate was open, but behind the fence, there was a horse race. A bunch of horses were running around. I got angry and said, where is the exit? I stepped back a few meters from the gate, and then a truck appeared, which backed up and crashed into the fence (as if the brakes failed, and it rolled down a hill) right where I was standing just a moment ago. It crashed and somehow knocked down a huge piece of the fence. A herd of horses rushed through the hole that was created. For some reason, I needed to go in the opposite direction, so I ran right under their hooves. I dodged one, then another, and then I woke up.