Dreams.

In the yard of my house, there was a huge stump. In reality, it doesn't exist. Its diameter was about two meters, and its height was about three meters. Once, it was a large tree. My grandfather and I decided to make the stump shorter; it seemed too high to us. We took a saw, went outside, and started sawing. But something went wrong, and my grandfather went to get an axe. The axe was approximately like this. We started taking turns chopping the stump. But then, some clown (literally) appeared and started talking about the rights of trees. We didn't listen to him. Then, this psycho started throwing bombs at people walking in the yard; several explosions occurred, and pieces of the poor people flew in all directions. My grandfather and I, of course, stopped. He continued to spout nonsense and throw bombs at people. I couldn't take it anymore; I grabbed the axe and ran after him. He started running away. He ran into a small passage between two houses, and I, picking up a couple of stones along the way (similar to gravel, but twice as large), ran after him, trying to hit him in the head with the stones, but I didn't succeed. In turn, he threw bombs at me, but none of the explosions hit me. Continuing to run after him on the rocky road, I felt that I was running on stones barefoot and hurting my feet; the pain was really felt as if it were real. The clown turned out to be fast; I could barely keep up with him. After running about five hundred meters, he ran around the corner of one of the houses. I followed. Suddenly, out of nowhere, his clown girlfriend appeared. I knocked her head off while running and hurried after him. Apparently, he was counting on her to hold me back and decided to catch his breath, leaning against the wall of the house. Ha! But that didn't happen! The clown turned out to be a girl. She started saying something again, telling me not to kill her, trying to seduce me, and reached into my pants with her hands :O, but I didn't listen and simply chopped her up with the axe. The end.