Dreams.

There was some kind of holiday. It happens regularly, every year, and every year I want to kill someone on this particular day, but every year I lack the will or something else. And here I am again, sitting with a sniper rifle on some balcony, looking for a target. Someone approaches from behind – I quickly turn around and point the sniper rifle at him. No, it turns out it wasn't a person from the special services; I got lucky – it was just my classmate. He also has a sniper rifle – exactly like mine (in the dream, it looked more like some kind of assault rifle), and he also wants to kill the same person. He started saying some nonsense (he always does that). There's a gap in my memory, but I know that we didn't kill anyone. We were supposed to kill that person and run, and if they found us, we were supposed to shoot ourselves. I'm somewhere on Arbat, walking with a non-existent friend or acquaintance (not with that classmate), and we're hiding from my sister, who is actually looking for me all over the city. I don't know why we're doing this, but we did something wrong (or rather, I did). We ended up in some kind of cafe or pizzeria, and then my sister writes something to me on social media, and I decide that I should answer her. However, before that, I consult with my friend, he gives the go-ahead, and I write to my sister, telling her where we are. There's a gap in my memory. My sister, my friend, and I are somewhere on Arbat, and we're about to launch some kind of small satellite or rocket into the sky or into space. I don't know what this thing is supposed to do. There was some kind of device hovering in the air above us, resembling a small alien spaceship, or more precisely, a ship from the *Aliens* franchise (in the form of an unfinished circle). It was helping us organize what we were doing. We launched several of these rockets (they looked exactly like small rockets), but they all got stuck either in this device or somewhere else – caught on buildings, advertisements, and so on. It was like flies caught in a web. Or like a glitch in a computer game – a rocket flies upwards, but another object prevents it from moving, so there is no movement, and the inertia is not transferred. There's a gap in my memory. We're standing on the roof of a skyscraper. Below us is Arbat – which is strange, because there are no such skyscrapers on Arbat. But even stranger is that on the other side, there's a huge wall. This is the outskirts of the city, and the city is surrounded by a huge wall that is taller than any skyscraper. One of the rockets (they were still near us) finally broke free and started moving. It flew upwards, but on a curved trajectory – and quite quickly turned downwards, flew in a zigzag, and hit directly into a window of a skyscraper nearby. My friend and I laughed, like schoolchildren. I thought that there would just be a fire in the building, but that wasn't the case! The building suddenly leaned against the huge wall, then somehow bounced off it and fell on a neighboring skyscraper. And that one, in turn, toppled several more buildings. We laughed even more – what can we do, we killed half the city, it's fun. And even when the domino effect reached our building, we laughed and tried to survive. For some reason, our skyscraper didn't just fall; it split in two – and I was thinking about what to do – stay with my sister on one side or jump with her to the side with my friend. I chose the latter. But our skyscraper continued to fall, and we were about to die. So, we just jumped down. It was cool – flying from who knows what floor, seeing the ground approaching. I somehow thought that something would save us, like in the movies – but no – we just fell and died. And I even turned in the air so that I was below and died first (we were flying in an embrace). It's strange that I didn't wake up after that – I continued to sleep as if nothing had happened. And my dream also continued after another gap in my memory. I was doing something in burning Moscow, running between the ruins, and fighting some enemies.