Dreams.

Today, I had two dreams. The first one was like a movie, starting with a picture of the Kremlin and the inscription: "Ivanstudios present." Then, a black screen and the inscription: "With the active help of Alexey Sergeevich Dolmatov and Vasily Mikhailovich Vakulenko, better known as Guf and Basta." Again, a black screen, and the inscription: "A film by Ivan Evgenievich Komarov (my future name:eek:)." Again, a black screen, but now the inscription in large letters: "Rapper or the War for the Streets." I won't retell the whole film, I'll just say the main idea. The main character was a guy named Artemka (played by my adult self). At 28, Artemka was like a teenager, flitting from one goal to another in his soul, until he heard rap for the first time and started writing it himself. Artemka quickly became popular, which led to problems. It turned out that fans of other music styles, considering rap to be garbage unworthy of existence, began to harass rappers everywhere. So, five rockers with clubs attacked Artemka, but they miscalculated. Artemka had a license to own a pistol and a note about his masterful handling of the weapon. He shot down the rockers and disappeared. The next day, Basta and Guf found him, announcing that the war for the streets had begun and that if he wanted to survive, he had to unite with others. Our country began to turn into America, where people are constantly being killed in the streets. I'll skip a large part of the film and say that in the end, the rappers lost.

The second dream was boring, so I won't tell you about it.