June 5, 2007
Love deceived me and appeared to me in the form of the most sensual character I had lately been drawn to – Sam Beckett from Quantum Leap. He came to me from the future, and although he was a hologram, we could touch each other, kiss, and it was so romantic that I didn’t even want to wake up. I ended up sleeping through a group call and almost until noon… If only life were like that…
June 10, 2007
I dreamt of strange events – some office like a shop, where I worked for one day, but when I came in the next day, they told me that even though I had sent my resume, I had worked in vain because they hired someone else. But they promised to pay me for the day. And I had already made a duplicate key… Later, I dreamed that I and a company of friends were going to England, and from there we had to return by air trams – small airplanes shaped like buses that land on special skids on water… Very charming. To buy tickets, though, we needed a membership, and an Aeroflot membership worked. Luckily, I had a very beautiful shimmering Aeroflot card, and I went to find out if I could buy tickets for everyone. There was one flight, and we had to fly out of that place. Then I dreamt of some nonsense. I was laying out the silhouette of an elephant on the ground using some ash. And I was buying plush bears… Everything got mixed up.
June 13, 2007
I had to eat a chocolate candy to free the wizard. But he came out very angry and started harming everyone. However, with the candy, three wishes appeared, which were granted to the one who ate it. So while eating, I made a wish: let the wizard who is freed be kind. Let him be beautiful and soulful. And let him fall in love with me. And that’s exactly what happened. A wonderful boy was freed! He followed me everywhere, admiring me in every way. It was so charming… almost surprising.
July 14, 2007
There was a flood, and everything was submerged. The water was everywhere – inside the house and outside. I imagined, while swimming from house to house, how the electronics were destroyed and how my bag with documents was lost. And suddenly, a thought struck me about Danya. How about Danya? I frantically swam to the room where she was. I saw her swimming toward me. I grabbed her and lifted her as high as I could above the water. She was still alive! I was so happy, holding her above the water. She was scared, spitting out the water, probably having swum to me with all her last strength. And then, I started being pulled under the water. Some exhausted people, struggling in the floodwater along with me, began grabbing my legs, trying to swim upward. But I didn’t even think about myself. I held Danya above the water with all my strength, while I could barely keep my nose above the surface, not breathing, choking on water, saving my beloved Danya. Suddenly, the flood disappeared. The water was gone. I lowered Danya to the floor, and she spat out some disgusting water, and that was it. I saved her.
Why was the dream great? There was such selflessness and joy in my heart when I, almost drowning, saved my kitty from the water… It was almost like how she saves me when I’m in the shower, running in and starting to cry anxiously, wondering what’s happening to me in that dreadful water. And then she licks the drops off my hand when I try to soothe her and calm her down through the curtain.
July 27, 2007
Someone knocked on the door. I opened it, and a man in a top hat, dressed in the finest 19th-century fashion, was standing there. There was a hint of sadness and even some pity in his eyes. He said, “Come in!” and I felt something enter through the door. The man in the top hat disappeared from view.
What entered my house was formless, but it had a voice, much like the vanished Cheshire Cat. A male voice, pleasant to hear.
“I am not a human,” said the voice, although that was already obvious, “I grant wishes.”
From the voice’s story, I understood that it grants any number of wishes, and for this, you don’t have to pay or sell your soul to the devil. I was thrilled and began making wishes. I went wild, wishing for everything from small things like opening a door to big things like “seeing my mom.” And sure enough, my mom came to me for my birthday. We hugged, and it was great.
It turned out that any wish, even the ones I hadn’t spoken aloud, could be granted, but as is typical of tricky genies, I had to be very specific, otherwise, things would go wrong. For example, I suddenly saw the face of a black bull sticking through the window of my bedroom. The bull snorted and puffed, but what was most interesting was that, although its head was almost inside the room, the rest of its body was hanging in the air on the other side of the window. The bull was terrifying, and I ran to the next room to watch it, asking myself where this flying bull came from in my window. It turned out that I must have wished for beef, and beef did not keep me waiting, flying straight to me. I peeked out the window from the next room. The bull was probably already inside, so I immediately wished for the bull to be thrown out of my house, and I watched as the poor animal was hurled out of my apartment’s sixth-floor window and crashed onto an extension of our house.
The voice granting wishes was very friendly and fulfilled all my whims. I wanted to wish for so many more things when it said:
“Your wish count is 386.”
“What does that mean, wish count?” I asked, feeling like I was being tricked.
“Nothing special, just that there is balance in the world. When you wish something good for yourself, you must wish something bad for someone else to maintain the balance,” answered the sly genie.
I felt caught and deceived. It reminded me of membership programs in various “reward societies,” where you’re offered free membership, collect points for hotel stays and restaurant meals, get coupons and booklets with lists of companies and services offering discounts. In the end, you don’t use any of the coupons or discounts, but every month, 15 dollars are deducted from your bank account as membership fees.
I immediately remembered the eyes of the man in the top hat. I wondered how much good he had wished for himself to later wish an equal amount of bad for someone else. I had no choice. I still wanted so many things, but I had to pay the bill. I started weakly thinking up bad things, which could possibly turn out to be good. I knew that I could only get rid of the kind, dishonest voice by resetting the count and then knocking on some door, letting the voice enter the new house without saying a word, so the voice would serve the new owner while maintaining the cosmic balance of good and bad.
How great was my joy when I realized I didn’t have to do that because the alarm went off, and I woke up!!!