Dreams.

I had so many dreams, but they were all so disjointed. In the first dream, we suddenly went with our parents to Crimea to visit our grandfather for a day (right before the exam). We drove there. On the way, we met a huge, beautiful German Shepherd (a memory of yesterday's dog), which we petted and took pictures of. Then we arrived in Simferopol at our grandfather's apartment, but no one was there (although Grandpa retired in the fall and should always be home). Mom started making pancakes, and I hid. On channel 2x2, there was some stupid parody of My Little Pony. It was a mix of a cartoon and a movie, and it was supposedly supposed to be funny. I glanced at it and went to the pancakes. And in another dream, I was some kind of saboteur. I argued with another maniac like myself, and as a result, we started a deadly game – who could successfully blow up the other. But we had problems with successful explosions – we were both somehow unlucky, and we couldn't blow anything up properly. My first move was – I don't remember it at all, but the explosion either didn't happen at all or didn't blow up my opponent. And my rival had some buddies in cars, also maniacs, and they wanted to ram me with a bunch of cars and blow them up next to me. I was in some kind of… garage? An unclear and somewhat abandoned place (again!), but there were many different cars inside. But at some point, my consciousness switched to the side of the enemy. Now I was the maniac who wanted to attack another saboteur with a horde of cars loaded with explosives. I even wanted to pour gasoline on the cars to make a bigger fire. But I decided not to, in case it exploded right in front of me. And then one of the crazy buddies gave me some explosives. This sticky mixture was yellow and looked very much like plasticine (and he even told me that), except it seemed a little thicker. He gave me a very, very small amount – less than a bead in volume. But he said it should create a spectacular explosion. It needed to be ignited with a regular match. However, I didn't know how I would detonate it without killing myself, so I decided to kill us both at once. What a maniac. In general, I went to him in the garage (we moved freely around each other and didn't run away). I thought I should stand in the center and preferably near the cars so that they would explode too. Then I thought about something… Why should I kill him? I'll just kill myself. And I went to another room in the garage, which suddenly turned out to be my bedroom. Moreover, it was like my old apartment. And I took the explosives on my finger, turned my back to the window, brought my hand to my head (in case the guy was lying and it would only be a weak explosion!), to be sure (and if the explosion was as strong as he said, it would kill my opponent too). I found matches on the table, lit one. I felt some excitement, what if it doesn't work, what if I don't have enough willpower, but at that moment I didn't care about any of it – and I started bringing the burning match to the explosives. And I remembered – the guy told me that this substance was just like plasticine. But plasticine doesn't explode! It melts from the fire. What if it just melts now instead of exploding? I never found out, because I woke up. At the most interesting moment! =(