Dreams.

A couple of weeks ago, I had a fantastic action-packed dream, but I might be forgetting some details. So, we had a great team of guys (and girls?), all experts in their field. We were the operators. Our task was to control unmanned vehicles. With remote controls, of course. You know, joysticks and all that, but it's not really important. The vehicles came in two classes: one was heavier, like a car or something. The other was fast and agile, like a motorcycle. I was controlling the latter. We had to defeat terrorists who had similar technology. However, even though we had a numerical advantage (two of them, four of us), all the other factors were against us. We had to fight on "their" territory, in an unfamiliar area, and we were also quite close to the combat zone, meaning we also had to defend ourselves (obviously, our vehicles were much more durable than we were). The terrorists were hiding somewhere. So, they could relatively easily kill us with their vehicles, while we had to fight fairly. It was a forest, but not entirely wild... There were some buildings, a yellow brick wall, something enclosing the area. The enemy appeared (one vehicle and one motorcycle), and we attacked. The enemy fired back and, seeing that a direct hit was unlikely, retreated. We started the pursuit, but they quickly disappeared from view. Okay, I figured they would try to flank us and attack our personnel – us. Based on this assumption, we repositioned our vehicles, and we, in the meantime, moved away from the battlefield towards where the enemy had recently retreated. Suddenly, it turned out that a motorcycle was there – it had an invisibility module (a rather unexpected surprise; we didn't have one!), and as a result, we came under machine-gun fire. I dodged the bullets by using some... jet boots? I guess so. With their help, I literally flew out from under the fire and jumped over the brick wall. It seems the others are also alive. Of course, I wasn't asleep; I turned my robot motorcycle around with the joystick and came to the rescue. Meanwhile, those same terrorists were slowly approaching the gate in the wall... It was a rather strange sight, but fortunately, our vehicles were moving quite fast, so I managed to fire a volley from the machine guns at them. And... nothing happened. They continued their slow advance, not reacting to the fire, approaching us, and they were no longer using their own vehicles. What the heck? I woke up. Some fat, tall guy was standing in front of my face, explaining that it was a dream, blah blah blah, that we needed to figure out what happened, and punish the guilty... Well, as usual, someone was messing with our minds, and we didn't notice. "It seems this was done to find out our tactical secrets," I suggested. "Really? Interesting, what exactly did they need?" my interlocutor remarked. After these words, I immediately grabbed a gun and pointed it at his throat. "Who are you?" I said threateningly. The guy didn't react the way I expected. Apparently, deciding that I was bluffing, he started trying to twist my arm... which immediately led me to pull the trigger, because... seriously? Another surprise – there was no shot. The neck of this strange guy remained as intact as it was before. He grinned maliciously and tapped his head, which was supposed to mean: "Come on, think about it, what are you doing." Well, yes, of course, it was obviously a dream too, just like the previous one... I woke up. And this time, for good. Or not?.. Hmm... P.S. Later that day, I watched an action movie with my dad ("Die Hard" with Willis), and I thoughtfully said that my dream today was more interesting. We laughed