Dreams.

The first dream was about the X-Men. I was one of them. My abilities were the same as Iceberg's, but I wasn't really him.
In one of their bases, Omega Red was imprisoned. And, of course, he managed to escape from his prison and started beating everyone up to get out, because his cell was deep underground. On his way, he neutralized some weak mutants, whose names I don't remember, but when he reached the exit, he ran into me and someone else, Cyclops, I think, or maybe it was Wolverine.
During the battle, I managed to freeze him, turning him into a huge block of ice. And then he somehow miraculously managed to unfreeze himself. I don't remember, it was all so blurry and unclear, which is a shame, because the plot was quite interesting.

The second dream was about a football match between someone and someone else. I think I was playing too, and the referee made a bad call, and we lost. Everyone was very unhappy, including the fans. But the point isn't the match. After the match, they organized some kind of rally, and someone in a loud voice asked the crowd to follow him to a monument of someone. Well, I didn't go with them, of course. I went to another monument, to the monument of Stalin. It was not far from the football stadium, in the park.
The monument was the size of an ordinary person. Stalin had a pipe in his mouth, which he held with his right hand, and he was wearing a peaked cap on his head, and he was winking with his left eye. Next to him was a monument of either Engels, or Marx, or Lenin, the same size. I looked at Stalin and went back to the stadium. There were cars in the park, and as I walked past one of them, with dark tinted windows, I saw my reflection. I was wearing a black business suit, without a tie or bow tie, and a pink shirt. That's where the dream ended.