Dreams.

I dreamt that my girlfriend and I kidnapped the patriarch – we put him in a box that looked like the casing of a subway turnstile and wheeled him away like a suitcase with wheels. We had two of these turnstiles – one was mine, one was hers, and it was unclear which one he was in. We wheeled him away in different directions, quite far apart, but then I returned to the original vestibule, thinking that I needed to put the turnstile back in its place. As I was leaving, I realized that the patriarch was actually inside my turnstile, and my girlfriend’s was empty, meaning that all the criminal responsibility for this should fall on her, not me. As a result, I spent the rest of the dream trying to figure out an escape strategy, if you know what I mean, so that I wouldn’t have to answer to the law. The main component of this strategy turned out to be the roof of a high-rise building, but I didn’t manage to execute the strategy, as I woke up before that. However, during the process of searching for this roof, I also managed to visit several brothels – it was their inhabitants who guided me along this final path.