Dreams.

I dreamt about being in the army. In the first dream, I stole a medic's car and drove into town. I remember there were a lot of potholes on the road, and I had a minor accident, got into a fight with some jerk, and damaged the car, but not badly – just the headlight and fender. Then I bought a bottle of either soda or beer and drove back to base, relaxed – I still had a long time to serve. I was a little worried about the checkpoint, but I got through without any problems, even though I didn't have a pass. Later, I found out that half the base was looking for me; they thought I had deserted. A familiar sergeant said he could have warned me about being absent and gave me a light slap on the back of the head. I brushed him off, saying, "What's all the fuss about such a small thing?" and went to report to either the captain or Palych. In the second dream, I was sent to the central post, but in the dream, it wasn't a normal post; it was more like a giant barracks. I had to complete some task for the senior sergeant – either find something, steal something, or later make something – typical senior sergeant requests, but something not entirely legal. So, I disguised myself as a civilian and hid from familiar officers and even my fellow recruits. In the end, while wandering around the giant barracks, I ran into some of my comrades, and they started bombarding me with questions: "Hey, weren't you supposed to be on duty? Why are you dressed like a civilian? Come have lunch with us. Let's move some stuff later. Why didn't you tell us anything?" "That's exactly why I didn't tell you; you're annoying. I'm here incognito, so don't say a word to anyone," I replied and continued on my way through the giant barracks. There were a lot of civilians there, and it was very crowded. People were constantly doing everyday things, eating, doing laundry; it was like a labyrinth of overcrowded rooms, and I also had to make sure the officers didn't catch on. And then I was testing a flamethrower. I filled it with some junk, like metal shavings and nails, so it would not only burn but also have a shrapnel effect. Maybe that's what the senior sergeant wanted me to assemble, but that was in a different dream.