Dreams.

Two dreams, one after the other. I wanted to get to the house in the village, but I couldn't find it for a long time. I looked from above – I was flying – at the green fields and the rows of overgrown village plots. At the same time, it helped me avoid an unwanted encounter with stray, aggressive dogs, of which there seemed to be quite a few. Almost – one of them nearly attacked when I accidentally flew too low. The scene changes in an unknown way to a cyberpunk setting. Huge, dark gray skyscrapers stretching... downwards. Yes, my method of movement hasn't changed much compared to the previous dream; it's still largely vertical, so the upper parts of the buildings are more visible than the lower ones. I'm wearing a dark gray, worn-looking cloak with a hood, but I'm not the only one; the other people I see are dressed similarly. They are standing, "smoking" on the balcony of a building, and I pass through them, from top to bottom, through a system of hatches and the like. Some guy spotted me; unlike all of us, he was wearing a cloak of rich black color, and a yellow stripe framed the hood. He was looking for something important to him, and for some reason, he was sure that I knew about this item, so, without figuring it out, he tried to subdue me with his "abilities." But it didn't work; instead, I used my own "skills" on him, touching my impromptu enemy's shoulder with my hand. This calmed his brain and gave him the realization that I didn't have any information. However, the guy was surprised by this method of self-defense: he pointed to his throat and said that I could have simply blocked his airways; it would have been easier... Well, I dreamed of someone more bloodthirsty than myself; what an interesting encounter. A large group of people appeared nearby. Some were in similar rags to me, but I knew that, unlike me, they were enslaved people. They are sent to something like another dimension to mine a rare resource, and it's just an awful job in terms of conditions. These aren't slaves in the ancient sense of the word, but the very "oppressed proletariat," and even worse, because right now, people in black cloaks are leading them to work. They look more like my guy who tried to subdue me, but the stripe on the hood is different; it's bright red. First, one person separated from this group and asked us and the guy if everything was okay. Then the rest also came and wanted to grab us and the guy for work, thinking that we were "proletarians" because the "red hood" was talking to us, but the red hood explained that this was not the case – he just came to ask. So, they reluctantly left us alone. At that moment, according to the genre, I felt that the guy who tried to subdue me was probably not that bad, and we had already experienced a small adventure together, so I should offer him to continue walking together. After all, I had some GOAL, and, as you know, you need to gather a large group for quests, and it's obvious that this is a recruitable NPC. Whether I offered him or not, history is silent.