Dreams.

Some unknown forces sent me to a place, a district, where there were only warehouses, for everything imaginable. They were arranged like houses in a city. A long row of warehouses, and opposite it, another one. And so they formed streets. The warehouses were different in size. I was there in the form of a spirit, a phantom, an astral projection. Einstein stood next to me (apparently, They brought him back from the past), and in front of us, with his arms folded behind his back and looking at the sky, stood Hitler. Einstein and I stood and watched the workers loading/unloading boxes from/to the warehouse. Meanwhile, Albert was telling me something about greatness, SELF-DEVELOPMENT, the progress of the human personality, the human mind. Something like this:

Man is part of a whole that we call the Universe, a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feelings as something separate from everything else in the world, which is a kind of optical illusion. This illusion has become a prison for us, limiting us to the world of our own desires and attachment to a narrow circle of people close to us. Our task is to break free from this prison by expanding the sphere of our participation to every living being, to the whole world, in all its splendor. No one will be able to complete this task completely, but even the attempts to achieve this goal are part of the liberation and the basis for inner confidence.

After that, we listened to some guy who came out to the workers. He was probably the director of the warehouses, or something like that. He said that by year n, only smart, highly intelligent people would be able to have a good job. And everyone else would work in garbage recycling plants (apparently, by that time there would be so much garbage that it would be necessary to build many such plants) for meager wages. We continued to listen to him and shook our heads. Then I said that all this would happen in 2045. Einstein, putting his hand on my shoulder, said once more about the importance of developing intelligence, and went through a "spatial door." And Hitler continued to stand with his back to me. But then he turned around, came up, and silently shook my hand, and went into the same door. After that, I became real again, not a phantom. And then some armed guys attacked me (by that time the workers and the director had already left). They opened fire on me from automatic weapons. The scoundrels were driving in a car. Trying to take cover from the shooting, I ran into one of the warehouses. There were many wooden boxes that were stacked on top of each other, like in Half-Life. Some other guys were hiding with me there. They were kind of like my friends. Suddenly, these psychos drove up in a car and started shooting again. I lay on the ground, covering my head with my hands. My friends did the same, and we were showered with debris from the wooden boxes. The boxes were empty. I didn't like that, and I decided to act. Using some of my powers, I turned the attackers into children. And when they drove up again, I, hiding behind a stone square column and having prepared some metal throwing discs in advance, neutralized them all one by one. Then the action moved to a high-rise building, with large and spacious offices, where I and my companions were shot at again, this time by other bandits. But this time I just started catching the bullets with my hands, literally catching them. And then I started stopping them x). After somehow getting rid of the aggressors, I transformed myself (using my mysterious powers) into a healthy, muscular, dark-skinned man x))), with a tie and in a business suit. By the way, the skin was not very dark, a little darker than that of mulattoes. After doing this, I went to the elevators, which were at the end of the building. As I approached, I noticed that two burly guys, even bigger than me, entered one of the elevators. They pressed the button, and the elevator doors began to close. Realizing that I wouldn't make it in time, I stopped the doors with the power of my mind, pushed them open, and entered the elevator. There was a mirror, and I saw myself. I had a slightly graying beard and a shaved head x))). After descending to the first floor, to the buffet/canteen, I approached some round table. There were many different people, and on the table was a whole bunch of chocolate products. Apparently, these people knew me, invited me to the table, and offered me to taste the confectioners' creations. I didn't refuse and ate a very delicious chocolate bar. I woke up at half-past four in the morning and immediately wrote everything down on paper. And I did the right thing, because during the day the memories faded greatly.