Dreams.

Yesterday, I read a couple of articles about comic book characters, and here's the result. I arrived at some place for an unclear reason. It was probably a wealthy man's mansion because I met the owner later. There were many people in a small hall. There were tables, and I sat down at one of them. But almost immediately, I got up and turned my back to my briefcase (which appeared from nowhere), which I had left on a chair. After a few seconds, I was sitting at the table again and was surprised to find calculators in the previously empty briefcase. The "guards" saw this and accused me of stealing. I told them that it was just a small thing, and I could pay for it. A "scuffle" began. First, it was verbal, but then these guys tried to take me somewhere, which, of course, I didn't let them do, and they ended up on the floor, with a little help from me. The owner of the mansion arrived. He was a tall, imposing Arab. His name was Al-Ahrab (hello, mafia). We had a normal conversation, trying to resolve everything peacefully. I explained that I had been framed. He said that he had to leave and that I should wait. The guests left, and only his thugs remained. Then some young man appeared, a deputy or something like that. He started harassing me, threatening me, and then brought a sawn-off shotgun, gave it to one of the thugs, and ordered him to shoot me. But since I had some kind of superpowers, I waited for his shot with a smile. He shot me in the head. It blurred a little, but immediately returned to its normal state. He fired a few more times, but it didn't help. With the help of my powers, I simply waved my hands, and I turned the shooter inside out. The other thugs were shocked and ran out through the main entrance, while the deputy ran somewhere inside. I turned the shooter's remains into some kind of monster and ordered it to "have fun" with the guys who had run away. I went to punish the deputy, turning those who were hostile into a bloody mess along the way. After that, things became unclear. There was some girl, whom I threatened to kill, and then I flew somewhere. Flying around the city, I twisted the road surface and buildings into curls that looked like pencil shavings (probably to make it impossible to leave the city). Then, using my powers, I lifted four large containers at the same time, wanting to do something with them, but it wasn't clear what, and then I woke up. It was a strange dream. What kind of nonsense is this, calculators... I haven't had dreams with a normal plot and relatively understandable events for six months.