Dream – December 24, 2012
When I woke up, it became clear that the end of the world had indeed arrived. Zombies weren’t visible yet, but everyone around was already preparing. I realized I needed three things – a very warm jacket, because it was clear that the sun no longer heated properly and soon the cold and even freezing temperatures would come; an off-road vehicle that didn’t consume much gasoline; and several canisters of gasoline. So, I set out to find the jacket.
To buy the jacket, I went down into the subway. Many shops had already been abandoned by their owners. I began looking for a warm but light jacket among those hanging on a high rod. To take one down and try it on, I had to use a special pole. I thought I had found what I needed, but at the last moment, I realized it wasn’t quite the ideal choice, so I went to check out the clothes in another department. But there were only light trench coats and very stylish suede skirts. I lamented that my size didn’t fit such beauty, spat, and decided to go search for the off-road vehicle.
The off-road vehicle had to be either new (from the dealers, who had probably also abandoned their goods) or decent enough from valet parking lots, where people leave their keys. First, I went to the dealer who had sold me my last car. All the cars were outside, but the office wasn’t just closed—it was also surrounded by grills on all sides. It was completely impossible to get in. Plus, the building looked old, nothing like the office I remembered.
A young sales rep came out of the building and asked me what I was doing hanging around the dealership. I told him I was looking for my friend, but he said that my friend no longer worked there. I already knew that. I understood that I had to look for a car in the parking lots. Anyway, everyone had already abandoned everything and was preparing for the final phase of the apocalypse.
It was a strange feeling, overall.
Dream – December 9, 2012
I was in some Eastern European country, like Czechoslovakia, or the Czech Republic (for that matter). I came out of some tunnel onto the waterfront of a lake or river. It was very beautiful – the sun was pouring over the water, sparkling, playing on the surface. Cozy three- and four-story houses lined the waterfront, with boats. The old stone pavement, people walking around… I was filled with happiness. I was walking somewhere… to the theater? Some people were with me. We were walking through courtyards. Suddenly, I saw a low tree with incredible flowers: on long, pointed white petals, there was an amazing, intricate, barely noticeable pattern. Inside, at the point where the petals met, there were tiny white clusters of flowers. I reached out to the flower, wanting to keep it forever, but when I picked it, the large white petals fell off, and all I had in my hands were the tiny clusters. A drop of incredibly fragrant oil seeped out from their stems, and the small flowers scattered, leaving me with a transparent, slightly greenish drop on my palm. I rubbed the drop onto my wrists and inhaled the scent. It was wonderful.
Dream – December 15, 2012
We arrived at a party, started preparing, listening to music, and having fun, but suddenly everything went quiet. Everyone shrank into corners, and a horribly looking man stepped forward, instilling fear in everyone. The man declared that he was now in charge of the party, and we all had to kill each other, or we would die a terrible death. He began handing out slips of paper with the names of people from the party that we were supposed to kill. But no one killed anyone. And then the people began to die, one after another.
First, on the shoulder of a pregnant girl, a beautiful pattern appeared, almost like a tattoo, but then it began to eat away at her body like acid. To the body of another guy, metallic ropes shot out from somewhere in the walls and met inside his body, causing him to disintegrate into pieces. It was like a terrifying combination of The Final and Cube.
I couldn’t do it. But I didn’t want to die. It was terrifying. The terrorist had a gun in his hand, and beside him, there was a collection of cold weapons. He was sitting against the wall, surrounded by other victims. I approached and tried to talk to him, to push his hand with the gun away, while hoping to grab a saber and deal him some damage. I managed to push his hand away, but I didn’t manage to grab the saber. He was stronger and brought the gun back, now aiming it at my head. I started begging him to forgive me, and somehow, I don’t know how, I grabbed a sharp Koh-I-Noor pencil, which was also lying among the cold weapons, and stabbed it into his eye. He died immediately. Just to be sure, I stabbed him a couple more times in the skull. But it was clear he was already dead.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Knowing horror movie tricks, I expected the guy to come back to life, so we tied him up. And just to be safe, we cut off his head and started cleaning up the apartment. But suddenly, the guy came back to life, but he was no longer a terrorist. It turned out that the “movie” only lasted until someone figured out that instead of killing each other or dying, you had to attack him. He found his head, attached it back to his neck, and as if nothing had happened, said, “You’re smart, you figured it out – if you kill me, everything ends.” Smart? I said – look at the pile of bodies left of our friends. And suddenly the pile disappeared. And the rest of them. There was only an empty apartment, which the terrorist and his partner were preparing for a new “arrival” of unsuspecting people.
But I was already in another movie. In a house with a cage inside, I locked up another terrorist, who was trying to escape, not necessarily to destroy me, maybe because he liked me. I never figured it out, but I definitely kissed him on the lips. Then Oleg appeared, and I started kissing him. At that point, the terrorist turned into a cat, and I called for help from Oleg, who also turned into a cat, and fought the terrorist.
I was in my apartment in Konkovo. I heard some suspicious noise. The kitchen window was open, a bamboo curtain was down, and a boy about eight years old was standing there in a long red jacket. The boy clearly came through the window. And since I was on the fourth floor, someone must have been helping him. I leaned out the window, looked up, and sure enough, on the seventh floor, another boy was sticking out the window with a rope in his hands.
I grabbed the boy in the jacket and said that we were going to the apartment on the seventh floor to tell that boy’s mother everything. To be sure, since the boy shrank down to the size of my palm and turned plastic, I put him under my shirt and went up the stairs. But on the sixth floor, the landing suddenly transformed, and the stairs going up stopped. I found myself in a huge hall with a carpet, like the lobby of a fancy hotel. Where did all this space come from in our building, which still looked like an ordinary nine-story building? It turned out that from the sixth floor, the building turns into another dimension, where wealthy people live in enormous apartments.
But still, I needed to get to the seventh floor. I arrived there on a huge elevator. In the lobby on the seventh floor, they told me that the boy’s mother might not be there, and she might arrive in a few minutes, but I needed to wait not in the lobby but on the other side of the elevator, on the staircase, because the lobby was for “special people.” I waited and waited, but didn’t wait. I threw the plastic boy out from under my shirt and left.
And, in general, I woke up pretty quickly, a bit stunned by all these dreams…