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I had a very vivid dream.
For some unknown reason, I was outside (ha-ha), and even with a familiar person, whom I can no longer quite recall (ha-ha, that's when I realized it was a dream!). The thing was, we were just walking, chatting, discussing things, and then he suggested we have some fun. And who would have thought that the fun would involve stealing a bus, lol. By the way, it turned out to be quite easy: we waited for the bus to approach the stop, my friend somehow climbed through the driver's door and threw the old man sitting behind the wheel out, and I just walked in normally. There were almost no passengers in the bus, except for some small children, very young, preschool age. They, however, for some reason, didn't hurry to leave, although we were planning to kick them out of the bus; instead, they expressed a desire to ride with us. So, we set off. We naturally accelerated the vehicle to the speed of a jet plane and, skillfully dodging oncoming traffic, raced through the city. Strangely enough, it was very fun, not only for me but also for our passengers. And then we crashed into a concrete wall at full speed, ha-ha-ha, lol. The last thing I saw was the windshield slowly crumpling and bending inward, deep cracks spreading across the twisted metal, and the small, happy children flying forward with me due to the sudden impact. My friend was no longer in the driver's seat.
And then, for some reason, I found myself on some kind of show, apparently a socio-political discussion program, although I had never watched anything like that in my life; still, I had a general idea and it was easy enough to figure out. I had heavy handcuffs on, and the frenzied audience of viewers was angrily buzzing, listening to some man in a business suit. I listened and realized that they were talking about me, and not in a flattering way. Then the host clicked a remote, and images of the mangled bus, crashed into a concrete barrier, appeared on the big screen. The fact that the wall was standing in the middle of the highway seemed to bother no one. I wanted to point out this amusing fact, but I wasn't given a chance to say a word. Then the first man was drowned out by a second, who started ranting about Ukrainians, Bandera supporters, fascists, Nazis, Maidan supporters, and terrorists, and everyone enthusiastically supported him with applause. I don't even know why, but this cozy atmosphere really angered me, and I jumped up from my seat, intending to tell them what I thought of them. At that very moment, the host of the show appeared next to me, glanced into my eyes for a moment, and unexpectedly punched me hard in the jaw, sending me instantly into a knockout.
I woke up with a terrible, persistent pain in my jaw, mixed with the feeling that I was definitely missing a few front teeth. A very unpleasant feeling. That's what happened.
For some unknown reason, I was outside (ha-ha), and even with a familiar person, whom I can no longer quite recall (ha-ha, that's when I realized it was a dream!). The thing was, we were just walking, chatting, discussing things, and then he suggested we have some fun. And who would have thought that the fun would involve stealing a bus, lol. By the way, it turned out to be quite easy: we waited for the bus to approach the stop, my friend somehow climbed through the driver's door and threw the old man sitting behind the wheel out, and I just walked in normally. There were almost no passengers in the bus, except for some small children, very young, preschool age. They, however, for some reason, didn't hurry to leave, although we were planning to kick them out of the bus; instead, they expressed a desire to ride with us. So, we set off. We naturally accelerated the vehicle to the speed of a jet plane and, skillfully dodging oncoming traffic, raced through the city. Strangely enough, it was very fun, not only for me but also for our passengers. And then we crashed into a concrete wall at full speed, ha-ha-ha, lol. The last thing I saw was the windshield slowly crumpling and bending inward, deep cracks spreading across the twisted metal, and the small, happy children flying forward with me due to the sudden impact. My friend was no longer in the driver's seat.
And then, for some reason, I found myself on some kind of show, apparently a socio-political discussion program, although I had never watched anything like that in my life; still, I had a general idea and it was easy enough to figure out. I had heavy handcuffs on, and the frenzied audience of viewers was angrily buzzing, listening to some man in a business suit. I listened and realized that they were talking about me, and not in a flattering way. Then the host clicked a remote, and images of the mangled bus, crashed into a concrete barrier, appeared on the big screen. The fact that the wall was standing in the middle of the highway seemed to bother no one. I wanted to point out this amusing fact, but I wasn't given a chance to say a word. Then the first man was drowned out by a second, who started ranting about Ukrainians, Bandera supporters, fascists, Nazis, Maidan supporters, and terrorists, and everyone enthusiastically supported him with applause. I don't even know why, but this cozy atmosphere really angered me, and I jumped up from my seat, intending to tell them what I thought of them. At that very moment, the host of the show appeared next to me, glanced into my eyes for a moment, and unexpectedly punched me hard in the jaw, sending me instantly into a knockout.
I woke up with a terrible, persistent pain in my jaw, mixed with the feeling that I was definitely missing a few front teeth. A very unpleasant feeling. That's what happened.
Whatever