Dreams.

It's been a long time since I had such detailed and vivid dreams. To be precise, it was on November 5, 2013.

It was some kind of incomprehensible future war. I was already not young and had a mustache. The enemy had cornered us near a large building. From the outside, it looked like a museum or a library. Two more streets adjoined the street where the building was located, one on the left and one on the right. The defense on the left had almost been broken through, and the same on the right. I was lying down, trying to shoot back at the enemy, who had taken up positions in a tall building on the right. The defense on the right was being breached; some round object (a grenade, of course) rolled towards me, and I managed to kick it back at the enemy. I shouted to my comrades that the defense had been broken and, jumping over a long stone fence, ordered a retreat to the street opposite the building. But the defense on that street had also been broken. And that was it. I and all the survivors were taken prisoner.

I was sent to some incredibly developed and modern, huge, semi-military, semi-civilian complex. With schools, hospitals, and other things. During the interrogation, I only told them that on a certain day, this complex would be completely destroyed by our air force and that they should send all civilians to bomb shelters. The soldiers didn't believe me, saying that their intelligence had no such information, that I was a liar, and that they would stomp on my kidneys with a boot. And that the warning systems and other things would warn them about enemy planes. But one officer believed me. On the day the bombing was supposed to take place, he released me, and we went to the school together. At that time, lunch was being served there. We had to fight our way through the entire cafeteria, which was full of schoolchildren. Seeing my uniform, they naturally started throwing food at me, spitting, and tripping me. And the high school girls mockingly flirted with me, asking when I had last been with a woman (I've been fighting for a long time, after all). The officer found who he was looking for (his children, of course), we left the cafeteria, he let me go, and he ran away with the children somewhere. Almost immediately after that, the bombing began. Not far from where I was standing, there was some kind of decorative structure with water and a wall. By diving, you could swim under it to the other side. The walls were already starting to collapse from the explosions. The entrance to the cafeteria was blocked (ha-ha). I decided to dive into the water. While swimming to the other side, the walls behind me completely collapsed. There was no way to go back. When I surfaced on the other side of the wall, I found collapsed walls and a small passage through which I could get out. And then I woke up.