Dreams.

The first dream of this year began with an assault on an expensive mansion, as if it were some kind of game or something similar. For some reason, I was hanging back on the sidelines, watching a group run up the stairs inside the house, which then split into two wings. Then I saw dots on the radar, which started to dwindle. A team of noobs, as usual. I ran toward the gunfire, went up, and that's when the full-on drug trip began. Only one person was left from the squad, and it was Xi Jinping, and he wasn't in combat gear, but in his regular suit. GG WP. So, we went through a door that led into a Γ-shaped or T-shaped corridor. We hadn't even peeked around the corner when Biden came out (quite a twist, huh?). There were more guys behind him, and we were already surrounded from behind. Okay, I thought, now we'll talk. And from that moment, the dream no longer felt like a game. Then we suddenly ended up on a corner sofa — Xi and I were sitting on one half, and Joe was on the other (to the left of us). Someone was standing to the right, maybe more behind us. Guards and possibly assistants. Here, the dream gets even more drug-addled. I don't remember the sequence of actions — maybe they all happened at once — but I'll try to put them in order. Joe started to slowly "merge" off the sofa. You know how it happens in comedy cartoons. A guy is sitting and starts to slowly edge away, or even slide along the surface, trying to slip out of sight unnoticed. Well, that's exactly what he did — he started sneaking off the sofa, and even over the back of it. The people on the right also began to slowly back away. I leaned slightly toward Xi and said, "They're going to do something with the sofa soon, maybe blow it up." He answered me in Chinese, and I didn't understand (maybe just with an accent and quietly). We couldn't make a move, given the clear sense of danger. In the end, we just had to sit there. By the way, I forgot to mention that at some point the sofa started moving, like a car. It felt like we were going somewhere, while everyone was sitting normally, and the background was a street scene that was also moving, like in a racing game. So, when they moved away, the sofa fell apart or tipped over. We fell onto a "road" that turned out to be something like a wide treadmill or conveyor belt (common in games, by the way). We rolled backward along this thing, and suddenly glowing (maybe slightly electric) horizontal bars appeared in our path, preventing us from rolling all the way to the end. They would push us slightly forward, we'd roll back to them again, and so on. They didn't span the entire belt, I think, but moving sideways was nearly impossible. No idea how they were even attached, but logic isn't needed here, because this is clearly a trope from console games, just like the conveyor belt. Then I realized this was some kind of trap, and I might have even shared that with Xi. Then there was another jump, and this thought was brought up in a discussion with HeroesWorld guys, concerning the expee and Revan, who traps characters this way so they won't reach their story's ending and will keep playing his game endlessly. That was the dream. Draw your own conclusions...

I fell asleep again later, and there was more chatter about HWs and some plot, but I only remembered that a Heroes player was compared to Eeyore the donkey, because he's also sad