I always have narcissistic dreams. Last night, for example, I was a wreath made of bread, and my friends and I saved the world. To do this, it was necessary to fly from the world of "war" to the world of "freedom", which were some kind of garages and did not get caught by helicopters. Well, after a successful flight, I was already in another universe celebrating it all night with the metal group. In short, I don’t like to wake up and realize how boring I live.