Dreams.

I had a real nightmare last night. Klov and I were walking around the city when we saw a car with its door open. It was an old car, from the sixties, and it had a steering wheel in the middle. Klov said, "Let's go for a ride." I tried to object, but Klov insisted. Okay, we got in and went for a drive. But it turned out that the car belonged to some terrorists, who took us hostage. Klov and I tried to explain ourselves, and they gave us some stupid task, like preparing some kind of signature dish. Then I remembered the kid who was driving earlier, and I said, "You let kids drive?" They let us go. Then Klov suddenly turned into a girl. In the end, we had to crawl out of some narrow passage, and we had to sing some stupid song to the terrorists, in the style of Comedy Club. I remember something like "Goodbye, Nasray." They had funny names, and I woke up in a good mood.