Dreams.

I dreamt that I was in the St. Petersburg metro, getting on a train and departing from the Alexander Nevsky Square station. I ride... and arrive at the Alexander Nevsky Square station. I continue riding... and again, I arrive at the same station. This repeated several times. I keep riding... for a long time, very long. Now, the train doesn't arrive anywhere or stop; it's as if the tunnel has become endless. In the carriage, all the lights go out except for one in the center; the passengers cover themselves with jackets and parkas, pulling them over their heads, and fall asleep, sitting just as they were. It looked a bit creepy, but in the dream, everything seemed normal. And I sit there, thinking – why am I even going anywhere if I need to get off at Alexander Nevsky Square.

Then, I found myself at some train station; there were various shops and kiosks with newspapers and magazines, which I somehow looked through and examined with great interest, even though in real life, I probably wouldn't be interested. Then I see – there's a bag of donuts on a bench. That's the last thing I remember.