A small pub near Fludoscarr.

I had some dreams about zombies, and they were quite unpleasant. There was also a dream where I was flying – and it's true, you get scared when you're at such a height, and you can't stop, nor do you want to. I'll tell you about a dream I promised to share a long time ago. I was walking through my village. I approached a basement to relieve myself. I hadn't even finished unbuttoning my pants when I turned around. There were two iron poles, about chest-high. And hanging under his armpits on them was my friend, almost torn to shreds. The front part of his skull was missing. And this was in the middle of the village, around noon. So, I ran away, because I was afraid they would blame me for the murder (of course, it's nonsense, a person couldn't do that with his bare hands, but it was just a dream). I ran around the corner, and a guy met me and said that my friend had been killed. Well, I made big eyes and pretended not to believe it. People were already gathering there. Then, something strange happened – it became evening (dark, that is, my dreams are always a bit blurry), and at the same time, I saw three "Gazelle" vans stop at the neighboring house, and our local thugs ran out of them. I immediately understood that they wanted to kill me, and they had killed my friend because I had some minor problem in my personal life, which didn't even bother me much, let alone anyone else, and no one should even know about it. So, I and another friend of mine (who appeared out of nowhere) ran into the house near where I was relieving myself, into a random entrance, and ran up to the last floor, to an apartment where we didn't know who lived. This was so that they couldn't guess where we were. It turned out to be an apartment where two female students lived, and when they heard what was happening, they agreed to hide us. My friend decided to go on reconnaissance. I closed the door behind him, but it was a strange door. It was very difficult to close – you had to press it hard (it opened outwards), and the lock was loose. It slipped out of my fingers, and then I heard footsteps on the stairs. I tried to close it again, but the door was forced open. There was another friend of mine. But his eyes were gleaming, he was red, and he seemed very nervous. I understood that these thugs had sent him to search for me in the apartments (well, not just him, but he was the one who found me). I told him to say that he hadn't found me. He nodded nervously again and left, and I knew he would betray me. And then there was a knock on the door, which I had finally closed, and the student came to open it. I hid behind the door in a "furniture" pose (now the door somehow opened inwards). The student was immediately pushed aside, and I was thrown to the floor, lying on my back. I understood that my friend, who had gone on reconnaissance, had also been killed. Well, the main thug sat down on the sofa in front of me and nodded to his henchman. And the henchman had a chainsaw in his hands. He raised it. I decided to die with a bang and kicked him. Which he skillfully chopped off. I decided to kick again, but the guy was clearly charged up and chopped that off too, I didn't even have time to hit. I hit with my hand (although I was lying on my back and he was at a respectful distance). He chopped that off too, but it flew off strangely and the bone sticking out of the stump pierced his chest (no need to say that this is nonsense, I know that myself). The leader looked at me, said "forget it, you're some kind of psycho," and simply blew my head off with a shotgun. Happy ending. True, then I was somehow sitting on the sofa and realized that I was watching a cartoon like "Metalocalypse" about myself, and that there was an episode where I took out these thugs. I started watching it, and the dream ended. That's the kind of nonsense it was