Dreams.

I don't remember the beginning of the dream, but I clearly remember the rest.

So, Amka and I were driving somewhere. He had just been given a Zaporozhets, and he was extremely unhappy that he had to drive this piece of junk (he was behind the wheel), while I sat next to him and teased him about it. Someone else was sitting in the back, but they didn't say anything and were generally an unnecessary character.

We arrived somewhere. I saw some aggressive guy driving someone's car away, saying that they shouldn't park near his kiosk. He drove the car away, and we decided to take a different route so he wouldn't notice us.

At some point in the dream, Amka and the car disappeared, as if they had never been there. I was on the opposite street from where the incident with that jerk had taken place. I knew that there was some epic bridge nearby, and that it was a well-known place, but I didn't know what the bridge was, what the street was, or anything else.

So, I was walking around, and then the owner of the kiosk appeared in my field of vision on the other side of the road, shouting something about his kiosk at some girl or woman, and then he started beating her. First with his hands and feet, then he somehow got a chain (the kind used to block cars from driving onto the sidewalk) and started hitting her with it. Strangely, none of the people standing nearby, including me, even thought to help the woman and go beat up the guy.

Instead, everyone had the idea to call the police afterward. I dialed "01" for the first time in my life (yes, in the dream, for some reason, 01 is the police. Although, I've never dialed 02 or 03 either). Interestingly, they first dictated the name of the street I was on at that moment, so that I could tell the operator (it's unclear why, because if they could determine my location, they would have just done so instead of wasting time telling me about it). I didn't hear anything, that is, I didn't understand what they were mumbling, so I hung up and called again to hear it (well, I need to say where I am, I don't know). And at the same time, I was trying to make out the name of the street and the house number on one of the buildings on the opposite street, but I couldn't see it. By the way, there were a lot of people around that sign - apparently, the others were also calling the police.

The second time, an operator answered me right away, some girl. I calmly explained to her what had just happened and that it had happened on a certain street - on this one or that one, I don't know, I can't see the name. She understood everything and said that they would be there soon.

I stood there, waiting for the police, but no one came. A woman approached me - she looked battered, with a huge bruise on her face and blood. Well, I figured out that she was the victim. I suggested calling an ambulance, but she said no.

And it wasn't even a woman - it was almost an old woman, she looked to be in her fifties or sixties. It's unclear how she survived.

Then she started asking me some strange and unnecessary questions that old women like to ask - where I was from, something about school, and so on. I answered. And then police cars rushed past with a loud roar and sirens, turning onto that street around the corner. A lot of time had passed, and that guy could have already run away ten times.

And we, with the victim, crossed to the other side and went to look for the kiosk of that idiot. I thought he was somewhere nearby, but we actually had to turn the corner, like the police did. So we went there.

By the way, if when Amka and I first arrived at this place, it was evening - sunset, and there was still some light, now it was pitch dark. I noticed this after I woke up.

Then the mysticism, fantasy, and craziness begin.

So, we turned the corner. The scene changed - there was a dense forest on both sides of the road, and there were no police or criminals in sight. But there were some strange, flickering blue things. At first, I thought they were the police, but police don't grow on the side of the road like plants. We didn't know what these things were, and they made me a little nervous.

Then I went alone. The road wasn't very long, and it ended at some small lake. There was a hippopotamus in the lake. It seems that this hippopotamus was the criminal. And he was somehow angry and aggressive. I kept running around him, and he probably wanted to eat or kill me.

It turned out that I ran right to the edge of the lake and was shocked by what I saw - there were two dinosaurs swimming there, and some other creature, I don't remember who. A rhinoceros, that's it. For some reason, I thought that they should help me defeat the hippopotamus. Then I jumped on the hippopotamus's back and somehow grabbed onto him, and he tried to shake me off - unsuccessfully. (He just had to lie on his back to turn me into a pancake.) Well, unfortunately, that's where it ended, and the battle was never finished, and the winner is unknown.

I'll add that this lake was sometimes a lake and sometimes a bathroom, and the dinosaurs were, accordingly, swimming in the bathroom. I don't know how they fit in there, but they did.

And at the very end, I squeezed a pimple out of my nose that was almost the size of my eyeball.