Dreams.

I was in some deserted place in nature, in the woods, on a high hill overlooking an endless green expanse. On this hill were ruins, or rather, the pitiful foundations of some ancient structures, possibly towers or outposts, although in my dream, I called it a Fortress. I stood there listening to pleasant music – no, not from nature, but from a flute and some other instruments (most likely a guitar) and, probably, singing. In one of these small, old stone rooms, two people were sitting and playing. As my dream progressed, they disappeared somewhere, so I had to climb into one of these small rooms and play my flute myself. But I didn't play for long – a loudly roaring truck rudely broke into my fairytale atmosphere, arriving in this place for some unknown reason. I ran towards it, intending to stop it because it was heading right towards my belongings, scattered on the grass. On the way from the ruins to the road, which the dream also created to disrupt my cozy world, I noticed two girls, about ten or twelve years old (a dream without lolis is not a dream), who had come from the side of civilization, represented by a city, and were taking over what a minute ago was part of my endless forest. I thought that I would quickly gather my things, run back to the ruins, where the girls would probably go, and start playing the flute in the hope of attracting their attention. However, this truck, from which some roughly dressed people were already emerging, completely ruined my dream. I ran around it, gathering and gathering my things, which included a bag of seeds, or rather, a bag and separate seeds that needed to be put inside, a knife, another knife, clothes (and for some reason, there was a complete set of spare clothes and underwear), and something else that I don't remember anymore. Half of these things were left here by my dad, who came here with me, after which he left me alone to enjoy nature. And at the end of the dream, my mother appeared, and I really don't like it when she appears in my dreams.