Dreams.

Today I dreamt that I was walking from the factory (along the same route through the neighborhood, which I've dreamt about for the third or fourth time, and which doesn't exist in reality) and I saw a small, almost child-sized, 3PK. One of the small republics located nearby declared war on us and had already deployed troops directly into the city. The police are evacuating people from the street, and I lean towards this machine, put my head opposite the launch pad, it fires a volley, small rockets pierce my face, explode, and tear the front half of my head into pieces. Instead of pain, I feel peace and a pleasant warmth as I gently lie down on the asphalt and slowly lose consciousness.