Dreams.

In my dream, I was playing the role of a minion for an unnamed main villain from some unknown work of fiction. And I had to deliver something to him, something I had cunningly obtained through tricks and mischief from the main heroes. I was holding the item in my hand. With difficulty, I found the right house, radiating malice, among an entire block of prefabricated buildings, covered with corrugated metal on top, like barbed wire. The house's door was round and covered with a lava pattern, which made it stand out from the others. I opened it. Inside, there were some people, and they seemed to be drinking green wine. I had a small glass of tears in my hand. I was afraid that there wouldn't be enough tears, but I still offered them to try, and poured some: surprisingly, no matter how much I poured, as soon as I set the glass upright, it would fill itself up to the brim. I took a sip too, and in that taste, as much as it could convey, I felt the bitterness of the whole world, of all the people in it. Characters from Dungeon Meshi entered. I'm not sure if Chilchuck was there, and I don't even remember if I thought about him (even though I like him, he's still a happy-go-lucky guy and wouldn't fit well into the scene). But Falin was there, and even two Marcilles, one of them was pregnant (my brain!). I poured them some tears, and they gave me an expensive dwarven liqueur, with an emerald-green carved bottle, and it was quite sweet. The liqueur's label was concise, like some Articles on Wikipedia (it seemed that it even said so, instead of the manufacturer and everything else). I asked them: "Isn't Layos with you?" "No!" they answered in unison. "What about Senshi?" - for some reason, it took a second in my dream to remember the dwarf's name. "No!" the same answer. I was afraid of something bad and quickly asked another question: "But are they okay?" "Yes!" the girls' voices answered cheerfully in unison, and I felt a little better...