Dreams.

I wandered around the construction site, drank vodka mixed with beer with the workers, and then somehow ended up in a detention center. I talked to the inmates; one of them was given a sentence of "twenty years plus forty" for, according to him, a "god complex" – he invented some creatures and believed in their reality. But you don't get imprisoned for that; most likely, he killed someone and cooked them for food. When I was offered two options: a "regular" zone or a "restricted" one, I somehow chose the latter.