Dreams.

It all started when I went to the city center to submit some assignment and get credit. I arrived, and in the corridor, next to the door leading to a perfectly ordinary room, there was a small table and five chairs. I sat down, and eventually, other students appeared. I gave up my seat to someone. When the teacher arrived, he started talking, but the noise and laughter from that room were distracting us. I peeked inside and saw some local hooligans. I suggested they shut their toothless mouths. They didn't listen and came out for a "showdown," threatening me with scissors. I found it funny, and somehow, I had a spear in my hands (I think spears were hanging on the walls), and the "showdown" began. It turned out that I almost killed everyone, wounded some, and others managed to escape. When I was left alone, a man with a rifle came out (a gray-haired professor, with a mustache and beard, wearing glasses) and started shooting at me. I dodged the buckshot, grabbed a couple of spears, and threw one at him, but I missed. The old man was well-prepared. When I ran out of spears, I hurried to the exit. Of course, when I got out, I didn't steal the first car I saw; I flew. The old man flew after me, using something like a jetpack, and his weapon was already better than a regular rifle. I tried to fly away from him, but it wasn't working. Of course, I could fly as long as he had fuel, but that would take a while. I flew to a large water attraction? It was something like a water bed, but the size of a ten-story building. The old man flew after me. When we were standing on this bed, I was provoking "waves," preventing him from aiming and shooting. Then I jumped very high, accelerated, and with my hand, I cut through the material. Water poured out onto the street, along with the old man. Apparently, his jetpack short-circuited because of the water. I tried to fly to the other side of the building next door. As I approached the top, I hit something in the sky? I hit something. It was probably an artificial barrier. I had to move to another world? The sky there was dark, dark gray, almost black. On the ground, there were bushes that formed something like a giant labyrinth, and the area was large. There were also shallow ditches, also throughout the area. The ditches were covered with grass, and clean, clear water flowed through them. It was very quiet there; you could hear the "hum of silence," and occasionally, you could hear the voices of some creatures. I flew around there for a bit and accidentally stumbled upon a glass door. Sunlight was coming from it, and behind it, I could see a highway; a couple of cars drove by. I sat in the ditch opposite the door. I sat in the water for a while and went to the door. I don't remember the transition at all; I ended up not on the highway but in the haven of that very first Dark Lord. I was flying calmly in the halls among orcs, goblins, trolls, and others (oh yes, I forgot to mention that somewhere along the way, I learned to read other people's minds). In one room, portraits of different commanders and generals hung on all the walls; there was a portrait of Sauron, but not that particular portrait. I asked a servant standing there where the portrait of Morgoth, Melkor was. He replied that they don't call him that here, but "Master," and that his portrait should be hung soon. I felt Morgoth approaching. He slowly entered the room, looked at the paintings, greeted me, and left. Apparently, I was neither a friend nor an enemy to them because they treated me neutrally. Being able to read Morgoth's thoughts, I realized that I was not in danger, but I was on guard because he could be hiding his thoughts. Flying out of the room, I sat on a couch next to Melkor. He started telling someone my story, that I was something else at first (there were about four incarnations? or more; I remembered everything as soon as I woke up, but now I've forgotten). The last time, I was a genie. My master treated me badly, and someone freed me (possibly Morgoth himself, but then why wasn't I his servant? it's unclear). At the same time, my abilities remained, and I still had legs. I remember that something else happened after that, for sure. I didn't remember all the events, only about half of them.