Dreams.

What the *heck, lord. Every time I woke up, I wondered whether to get up or not, I chose not to, and things just kept getting worse. I bought a chocolate cake at the covered market, but they were all expired. I went to a friend's dacha, but it turned out to belong to someone else, and a bear, which was acting like a dog, mauled them, and then they were even arrested while I was standing nearby. I was wandering around the subway, and mosquitoes were biting people to death. We waited for a bus with imaginary classmates, wanting to play dice on the way, but in the end, I was crammed in, and I couldn't even move. I bought a train ticket, and the lanky, greasy-haired cashier said, "Nice try scamming me for money," even though I paid the correct amount, and I argued with him for 10 minutes, thinking maybe I even overpaid, and he was just messing with me. I went to the doctors, and they said I needed to have my gallbladder removed, but I didn't get it removed, even though they said it would take only half a minute, and the doctor would come after lunch. It's even hard to describe the rest.