I dreamed I was suddenly Santa.
I don’t know what to think, fucking. In short, I walk heroically through the crossed terrain with a magical bag, and the bag allows me to hear people’s thoughts. And here, I hear that people don’t believe in me, and that makes me physically hurt. And who believes – many think badly, because in advance they assume that I will give them something wrong. In short, it happened, after the gifts were handed over, all kinds of thoughts like "pizzac, cheap what got!" and there, honestly, there were good, expensive gifts, and the thoughts I listened to, whoever wanted. And they laughed at each other, realizing that they wanted something different or harder than they got.
I woke up from sleep, I thought again, well? I know that DM has not existed for 30 years, why is it suddenly? And then I thought, the same people are ungrateful fucks, they don't know how hard I was.And I also suffered there, that in me no one sees a personality, only the function, the delivery of gifts...