I had a dream when I stole a car. I realized myself in a dream when the sirens in my ears began to sound. Then I ran out of gas, I got out of the car, I ran, and then the groove fucked into the abandoned car, spinned a saltoukha, fucked on the roof and exploded like in an Indian movie. I ran into the garages, stopped and tried to change the scenery, well, there, on the dragon to fly, anime girls to summon. It didn't fucking work. Started the garage doors with his fists, didn't even leave a dent. I'm standing in a bluster that my subconscious is resisting me so fiercely. Then I woke up. It seems like the dream plot deviated and the subconscious fucked me up