Dreams.

I dreamed that we and some guys were flying in an old, rickety airplane, and then it crashed. It was really old and falling apart, and didn't even have seatbelts. One guy climbed halfway out the window to grab onto something sticking out before the impact, another hugged the dashboard, and I just braced myself in my seat. Well, we crashed, got out, and calmly went about our business.
Then I was running away from dozens of bloodthirsty people chasing me after I walked through someone's wedding, and then I saw a fat boy in swimming trunks on the shore of a frozen lake, catching stingrays, cutting one in half, and not being able to cut the others because "he can't kill a living creature."

That's what happened.