Dreams.

Again, I was in a vegetative state and woke up to incredibly brutal, bloody, and terrifying nightmares – too realistic. And if the last time, in one of these dreams, I cut off the head of my imaginary sister, whom I was in love with, and then talked to her while she lay in my hands, after which I hacked people left and right, fleeing from pursuers like a furious wolf fighting for its life, and shot them from a helicopter and RPG-7 like Tommy Vercetti, at least that was somewhat amusing, but today I just had a terrible dream. Maybe it's better not to sleep.

I also had a not-so-pleasant dream a few days ago. At first, I thought I wouldn't share it, but since we're on this topic...

My mom and I ended up in some kind of forest, and I noticed a bunch of corpses of small animals, like mice. I immediately told my mom to crouch down, and I raised my hand – the idea was that there was clearly some hunter with a weapon in the area, and I wanted to simultaneously show with my raised hand that there were people here and not get shot if this gesture wasn't noticed.
A guy with a firearm did indeed jump out of the bushes, but the problem was that he actually wanted to shoot us because it was supposedly an uninhabited island, and all the food had long since run out, and here we were.
As a result, my mom was doing something nearby (they didn't shoot at her, maybe because she's not a man, not as dangerous), and I was dodging bullets. Eventually, the cannibal ran out of bullets, and we switched to hand-to-hand combat. To show the seriousness of my intentions, I stuck a pair of manicure scissors into his neck, near the carotid artery.

Probably, that's where it ended, but, in short, this dream has two unpleasant aspects: the scissors part, and the fact that real-life relatives are involved in such violent scenes, so overall, the dream wasn't enjoyable.