Dreams.

I had a lot of dreams today, too many to remember, but I do remember one very well. The dream was about a maniac with a knife chasing someone, and I was like an outside observer, but suddenly I started running away from the maniac together with this person. In the end, the maniac forgets about him and switches his attention to me. Running away from him was very exciting. In the dream, I felt the adrenaline spreading throughout my body, and I got a huge amount of pleasure. And the obstacles that appeared in my path only added to the excitement. I really liked the episode when I ran into a large furniture supermarket and looked for a place to hide from the maniac (hiding didn't work out, of course). I don't know how, but I managed to take the knife and stab him several dozen times in the stomach. But damn! He didn't die! He continued to chase me! I became interested, I stopped and cut his throat almost in half, but damn! He kept running after me! Soon the dream smoothly transitioned into another one, and I never understood how it all ended.