Dreams.

A couple of weeks ago, I had dreams for three nights in a row. This was the first time something like this happened in my dream experience. The first dream was a mix of worlds and utter nonsense. I was Geralt from "The Witcher," and I was with Jaskier; he looked like he did in the game, but in accordance with the book, he was wearing a beret with a heron feather. We had to deliver orange juice in Tetra Paks somewhere. Then there's a forgotten fragment. After that, we found ourselves in a Dungeon, there was a grate, it was guarded by two huge demons, and behind it was the son of the Horned One from Dungeon Keeper, whom we had to kidnap. The second dream was more realistic and clearly drew from lectures on "Safety in Fieldwork." During the dream, I first encountered a brown bear, and then a white bear; during the encounters, I pretended to be dead, which, by the way, was strongly discouraged in the lectures. The third dream was a bit strange. I was serving in the army, and there was a war. I was sitting with two friends in a trench created in the middle of a garden, and we were shooting at airplanes. Then we went to headquarters, talked to the commander-in-chief, and then there was a banquet (O_o). In general, the army was quite strange – practically without the word "discipline."