Dreams.

I don't remember what started it (before that, it was like school :B), but I only remember from the moment when I was visiting someone and was getting ready to go home. Sometimes, a friend of mine would appear and talk about some TV series. Okay, I left, and ended up... back in the game. There was another person with me, and we weren't on very good terms, but the situation was such that we needed to work together to survive. For some reason, I have an image of Sarevok in my mind. Okay, we were climbing over some buildings (maybe he was even stretching like a Hummer, lol), like in some Aladdin movie, and doing other things, and then a level started that was like in Sonic, the one where you see it from behind and you just run forward, collecting coins. So, we were running like that, but the other player was a fox, and he didn't necessarily have to do anything; he could die and reappear. Okay, we passed that level and ended up on a map that reminded us of Total War, but it didn't look like the real world at all (judging by the location of the countries and the terrain). Okay, we were moving across the map, passing by countries, and ended up on a ship, or maybe just passing by one country. I don't remember whose ship it was, but it might have been Scandinavian. So, we wanted to sail to the territory of the Golden Horde. I don't know why, but maybe we thought we could get home from there, I don't know. And as we sailed past the island of Rome, I noticed that one of their cities had rebelled and become neutral. Since that was the case, we could capture it and live there, or maybe it would join us on its own. For some reason, I thought that the ship's crew would help me, and Sarevok could continue sailing to the Golden Horde. While I was pondering the plan, ships from Tirasia (or whatever they were called in the game) appeared, and they were also attacking Rome, but for some reason, they were sailing extra kilometers when they could have landed from the other side. I was glad that they decided not to attack that city, because in that case, we could form an alliance with them and live in peace. That's how the dream ended; I didn't have time to attack.

I tried to draw a map.
Red arrows - our movement (maybe we were walking along the coast on the island of Tirasia. And there were mountains, and when we walked between them, we entered someone's territory and became hostile to an entire country. I don't remember which one).
Yellow - Tirasian ships
Gray stuff - fog. I don't remember what was there very well.
Purple - city to capture
Mongolia - Golden Horde. I just got carried away -_-