Dreams.

I had a dream that I was tired of everything, went to a forest near Moscow, and started living off the land. I sneaked into a overgrown parking lot where both good foreign cars and Zhiguli 5s were abandoned, and modestly took a Zhiguli, which probably no longer had an owner. Then I won a street race in that Zhiguli.
And I also climbed onto the territory of an abandoned factory, cut off a piece of the iron roof with a file, and made various tools and utensils from it. After a while, the factory manager found me and caught up with me, and I spent a long time verbally proving to him that, from a legal point of view, the building was not being used, so everything was fine and I was an honest person.

They say it right - cops are not your friends...