Dreams.

I had a dream that I was in Tsarist Russia. Anyway, some general or count was fattening me up in a restaurant, then I suddenly turned into a Spartan and was hitting some knight on the helmet. Then a railway appeared, half toy-like, and I was fleeing from someone on it. Then some ladies, and then I found myself at New Year, where I saw grandma and grandpa and was stuffing myself with chocolate eggs. There was snow mixed with water all around. And all of it to the tune of some classical song. Suddenly I felt very ashamed and woke up.