Dreams.

But they didn't become disabled. Just a few bruises and scratches. Yesterday, I went to bed early again, and had the same dream. Someone called me to a training session in some kind of martial art. We arrived at the sensei's place. He held training sessions in the courtyard of his house. There were many people. The master started talking. I asked what his school was called, and he said it was called ANTIBUSHIDO)). He kept talking and talking, and I still had questions, but he kept interrupting me and wouldn't let me speak. Then he sent everyone to do the first "exercise" of the training. It consisted of collecting bugs (cockroaches, centipedes, etc.) in the courtyard for the birds. Everyone started carefully performing this exercise. But I didn't understand the sacred meaning of this action, and what it was supposed to achieve. I was collecting the bugs slowly and without enthusiasm. For this, the sensei's assistant started throwing these same bugs at me. Of course, I didn't like this kind of treatment, so I used my ability to fly and flew to the master. Seeing that I could fly, he got scared and hid. I looked for him and found him in some kind of storage room. He was sitting in the corner, trembling, covering his eyes with his hands. The second dream was about school. But it was an unusual school. I was sitting at the first desk, sorting through my Pokémon cards. Some guy sat down next to me and started taking my cards. And behind me were Tox and Siver, and they also started taking my cards, haha. I snatched my cards from the guy who sat down next to me, called him a jerk, and kicked him off the chair. I twisted Tox's arm, and it almost broke – it even cracked. He winced in pain and almost cried, but he didn't scream. I did the same to Siver, but less forcefully. Then I took back my cards. DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH MY POKÉMON CARDS!