Dreams.

It seems I had the most vivid dream last night (or maybe the night before). I was a king. I never quite figured out what I was king of; there were only a few dozen subjects, and my domain consisted of, at best, a single city block, or more likely, just a few separate buildings. But the clear thought in my head was that I was the king. It started with someone attacking my territory, but I had no army. To defend myself, I wanted to form an alliance with Poland, and luckily, the Polish embassy was located next to my residence. But then a spatial paradox occurred, and I ended up somewhere completely different. I don't remember this part; in fact, I don't remember much from the dream. After another spatial paradox, I returned to my residence, and a familiar girl (we were both around thirty in the dream) greeted me. We had a conversation like this:
-- Hey.
-- Hi. I see you haven't achieved much in life...
-- Excuse me? I'm the king.
-- Yeah, right, haha.
I got so upset that I woke up, but then I fell asleep again. My subjects greeted me; they looked and acted like the kids from the movie "The Mist." They were all happy that the king had arrived and that he would help them. During the brief time I was awake, the king had completely forgotten his military plans, what he was being attacked for, where his army was, and who he was allied with. The first advisor said something like, "We have far more allies than you think..." I woke up. I hope someone went to the Polish embassy, and my kingdom was able to withstand the invaders.