Dreams.

I went to bed earlier. At ten o'clock in the evening. I thought I would get a good night's sleep, as I have to get up early. But, of course, I woke up at half-past three in the morning, either from heartburn (I shouldn't have eaten cottage cheese before bed, it's happened twice now), or from something else, it doesn't matter. I dreamed that I was a knight in medieval Europe, in England. And my name was Lord Nebov. So, a group of enemies/opponents/adversaries infiltrated my castle, which was a rather gloomy and somber place. After killing most of the enemies/opponents/adversaries with my men, I ordered them to pursue the rest, and I went to their leader, who had hidden in one of the rooms (I must say, I don't remember the battles themselves, I just remember the fact that someone was fighting someone in the castle). I enter the room, and he is standing there with his sword drawn, waiting for me. He was wearing a helmet, and I politely asked him to remove his headgear so I could see his face, and also because it felt strange in the room. And when he took it off, I immediately lowered my sword. It turned out to be one of my four best school friends, his name is Andrei (wow, we've been together since the first grade, we saw each other a week ago). Not expecting such a surprise, I of course demanded an explanation. He told me that he was from our original reality (I forgot to mention that I ended up in the Middle Ages – either in the past or in another reality – by chance, not by my own will, and I had to adapt there, although I arrived there already as a Lord, or rather, I had been a Lord there all my life, anyway, time travel is time travel). My friend told me that he was a time and space traveler (as was I, actually, only I didn't know about my abilities), and he was apparently looking for me. He also said that a nuclear war had begun in our original reality, and so on, it's not good there, so he left with his abilities. We started talking, he began to ask strange questions, asked something about God, then about lesbians, whether I was against same-sex marriage lol, what nonsense? (In reality, he can ask nonsensical questions too, so I wasn't surprised in my dream). Interestingly, I answered the questions fully consciously, I clearly remember how I formulated my thoughts, I thought in my dream and answered the same way I would in reality. And then he offered to visit our reality, before the war, when we were still in school. The transition to another reality turned out to be an ordinary door in my castle. Although I had never seen it before. Entering it, we found ourselves in a stairwell. On the other side of the door were some people (two people, I think guards, something like that), and there were about five people on the entire staircase. Men and women. I don't remember what they looked like, they seemed to be dressed in business attire, at least the men. They were probably in charge of all these time and space transitions. Going up just one floor, we came to another door, near which stood a guard and a girl. (I never would have thought that one floor up is another reality). My friend approached the guard and showed some kind of document, something like a passport for a time and space traveler. And the girl approached me and asked my name. I proudly replied: "Lord Nebov" (should I change my nickname?). She lowered her head and bowed to me. We went through the door and found ourselves in something like a museum, on the other side of the door there was also a guard, but he didn't check anything. The armor we were wearing turned into ordinary clothes. We walked through the museum and stopped at one of the windows. To my surprise, I saw my best friend there (another of the four). We hugged each other and greeted each other as if we hadn't seen each other for a long time. From what I understood, we and Andrei ended up in our reality, probably around 2010-2011, or maybe even in our school days. He started asking questions again. He asked if I was reading anything. I replied that yes, and named the book I was reading in reality (sorry, Tox =/). I named the author and the title, and even how many pages I had read. I also named the book I was going to read after the current one and how many pages it had. I said all this clearly in my dream, just as I would say it in reality. That's when the dream ended. Now I have a mess of alternative realities in my head. Don't eat cottage cheese before bed.