Dreams.

Today, I had a cool and simultaneously scary dream. I dreamt that I became an undead creature. It all started with me walking around the city, wanting to buy an MP35K (assault rifle). It turned out that there were many such stores, but the rifle cost 2000 rubles, and I didn't have enough money. So, I went to borrow money from my mother. It was midnight. I arrived, and there were two of my friends. Then it turned out that either the apartment was flooded, or there was a beach in the apartment, anyway, there was a lot of water. We all went to sleep. I woke up and saw that something was wrong with the skin of one of my friends; it was all swollen and covered with a white coating. I said, "What's wrong with you, man?" He said, "Look at yourself." I looked at myself in the mirror – the same thing. Deciding that it was some kind of mess stuck on us, I went to wash my face, and I saw that the remnants of the skin were washing off, and the skull was visible. Anyway, the three of us started arguing, and we quickly turned off the lights. Then my mother came in. She asked, "What's wrong with you?" And all I could say was, "We're skilled," because my tongue had already started to rot. Anyway, I begged her for money for that unfortunate rifle and didn't bother to finish watching the dream.