Dreams.

Lately, I've been having frequent dreams... especially in the last year and the last month in particular. Yesterday, I dreamt that I was applying for a job at a kindergarten. And my former classmate worked at that same kindergarten. I remember we were sitting in the pool in the evening (although, it was probably a jacuzzi with bubbles and a heater), sitting in our clothes, but not getting wet, and just talking. A little kid runs up, and she puts him to bed. The next thing I remember is that evil forces kidnapped her, and I suddenly become the main character in an RPG. I leave the kindergarten, and the surroundings are gloomy, with dead trees, and the kindergarten itself looks like a one-story building from the Catherine era. I saw something similar in Tsarskoye Selo, and from the inside, it seemed bigger and multi-story. I start fighting zombies again, but now they actually look like zombies, not just people. Then I go to the second level and find out that it's the last one, but the environment doesn't change at all; I start again from the kindergarten. I somehow learn that an emerald dragon kidnapped her, and I need to kill it. I walk around the level, go behind some red screen, and there are three people sitting on a bench. They suddenly start jumping, defying gravity, and their faces constantly change. After this mental attack, I fall and wake up. Again, towards the end, I have a feeling of déjà vu, as if I've already seen this dream, but it was slightly different. Today, I dreamt of summer. I was walking around Petropavlovsk-Kamchatsky, but it was completely different somehow. The only thing that remained the same was the change in altitude, the hills, which you don't find in any other city. I walk through some amusement park, and it's separated from the road by a huge white stele with a passage and a bus stop. On both sides of the passage, there are two large, identical attractions in the form of hot air balloons with baskets, and inside them, many small capsules in the shape of hot air balloons are spinning and flipping. Inside, there are very small children, about three years old, sitting strapped in, and despite all the flips, they don't show any emotion. They just keep spinning and don't seem to want to get out... Then the dream suddenly shifts to evening. I and two friends from Novosibirsk end up in a bathhouse. Some old, short man lets us in. Inside, there's a corridor with many separate rooms. We go into one, and there's nothing there except a small bench, a small stove, and an exit to a balcony (the building is, by the way, one-story). We light the stove, steam, and I sit on the floor. Then we open the balcony, the heat goes away, and we just sit and talk. Two girls open the door, maybe a couple of years older, wearing swimsuits, with blonde or light brown hair (again, I have a feeling of déjà vu and something like a memory that we were sitting here yesterday and the day before, and these girls were laughing and having fun with us). Today, they don't seem to like something, and they go into another room across the hall. The three of us don't pay attention to them. My friends somehow get a deck of cards (we probably left our clothes at the entrance, although...). The back of the cards is strange, black and yellow, but the pictures are ordinary. They start teaching me a game of chance that they call "lobbio." It turns out there isn't just one deck, but several mixed together. I draw cards, and at first, it seems like I have a bad combination, but then I lay down five kings (two of spades), four different aces, four jokers, a pair of tens, and another card with the number eleven. They say that I have a lucky hand and that I'm generally lucky. Our time unexpectedly comes to an end. We get dressed, and the old man who let us in comes back. He's taller now, wearing a jacket, and has become muscular (only his face hasn't changed). My friends leave, and I stay a little longer, thinking in my dream that it's already midnight, and I need to find a bus (they don't run at this time)... I wake up. It's 6 a.m. I wash my face, go back to sleep, and remember both dreams. It's strange how things repeat in dreams. What do zombies, swimming pools, small children, and déjà vu mean?