Dreams.

Recently, I had a nightmare about being captured. We were in some kind of ancient self-propelled vehicle and ended up in the middle of a field under heavy fire. And we decided to just drive straight at the enemy, even though we didn't even have any shells. We drive into some industrial zone, we're surrounded, the Russians yell "surrender," and all that. I crawl out, trying to grab a machine gun to take someone with me, but instead of a PKM, there's no handle or stock, so it's a fail, and the enemy just kicks the machine gun away with his foot. And then it turns out that the Germans are capturing us, not the Ukrainians. Well, I think, thank God, they won't be cutting off my testicles and ears, I'll just chill out in a concentration camp doing some work. And yeah, in the morning they even fed us, it's a normal rural atmosphere. And then either the war ended and they're exchanging us, or they're putting us in some kind of experiment, but anyway, I just wander around the camp and look for beer in the lockers. I woke up feeling refreshed.