Dreams.

More than a week ago, I had three and a half dreams in one night (a record!).

In the first one, I was a coach at a swimming pool. The pool was strange - in the shape of 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 camp, just friends. I was giving them some tasks. Then I got distracted, went out, and they had drained the water from the pool and were running along the bottom instead of swimming.

In the second one, I was standing on top of a hill with friends (the same 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 - a snowmobile, a motorcycle, a Mercedes jeep, a square one. Maybe there was 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 onto a small snowdrift (about five meters high), jumped on it like a ramp, and drove on. Everyone else drove off too, only Boris Nikolaevich remained. 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. At the same time, I was riding a motorcycle next to my dad and classmate, and we drove up to Okean. Due to the tide, a lagoon formed on the shore, and I was riding my motorcycle in 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, even, 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 returned to Yeltsin. Then I woke up.

And the day before yesterday, I had a dream where I ended up in hell. Hell wasn't fiery or remotely like Orwell's "1984" (which I still haven't managed to read) - it was also three states constantly at war. Demons (very anthropomorphic, like tieflings) put me in one of the cramped cells, 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.