Dreams.

More than a week ago, I had three and a half dreams in one night (a record!). In the first, I was a coach at a swimming pool. The pool was strange – shaped like one long oval ring, a third of which was a closed tunnel. Various people from my life were swimming there – classmates, friends from the "Okean" youth center, just friends. I was giving them some tasks. Then I got distracted, went outside, and they had drained the water from the pool and were running along the bottom instead of swimming. In the second, I was standing on top of a hill with friends (the ones who weren't in the first dream), and we were playing some kind of game – we had to knock down bottles placed on a snow-covered road leading down from the hill. The second dream smoothly transitioned into the third – I went down the road a bit and turned right at the intersection. There were various vehicles there – a snowmobile, a motorcycle, a square-shaped Mercedes jeep, maybe something else. There were people there, the ones I remember – my dad, a classmate, and Boris Yeltsin. The classmate got on the snowmobile, accelerated, and drove up a small snowdrift (about five meters high), jumped on it like a ramp, and drove off. Everyone else drove off too, leaving only Boris Nikolaevich. At that moment, I was somehow both myself and him at the same time. He was deep in thought, sitting in the Mercedes, and was afraid to drive after us. Meanwhile, I was riding a motorcycle next to my dad and classmate, and we drove up to Okean. Due to the tide, a lagoon had formed on the shore, and I was riding my motorcycle through it (it wasn't very deep), then I drove onto the sand, stopped, and my dad was standing next to me. Then the fourth dream appeared – we were looking at this lagoon, and suddenly it became very deep and completely transparent. There were fish swimming in it, mostly salmon, the bottom was far away and beautiful – red and green algae, smooth, colorful stones. The fish were biting and devouring each other, but even those that were left without heads continued to swim. The dream returned from the third to the fourth, we got into the vehicles and went back to Yeltsin. That's when I woke up. And the day before yesterday, I ended up in hell in a dream. Hell wasn't fiery and only vaguely resembled Orwell's "1984" (which I still haven't managed to read) – it also had three states constantly at war. Demons (very anthropomorphic, like tieflings) put me in one of the cramped cells, along with Azi and about ten other people. I remember we were flying in a dirigible over the front line, but I don't remember much else.