Posts in Dreams

We were sitting on a mountain. There were a lot of people around. A bit lower, on a plateau, there were huge swings, and a girl was swinging so high that when she rose up, we could see her laughing face.

I stepped out of the subway in search of someone who would tell me what to do, how to be. Where to find what I should do in this life.

I dreamt that I was taken to a hospital, even though I wasn’t sick. And the hospital didn’t even look like a hospital. I was lying on a stretcher with large wheels, and around me were standing doctors. Or were they patients?

Have you ever felt like the end of the world had come? Like when alien invaders are terrorizing Earth, establishing their rules? Everything has changed, there’s no world you knew before. You were close to resistance, but the leader of the resistance died, taking with him the secret to the weapon against the aliens. But his papers and computer survived. You, too, seem to have some important papers on your computer that might make the secret weapon a reality.

Today I dreamed that I was either in school or at work. I had my own desk, with my things on it — a cup, a small box. And there was also Natasha Lebedeva (the most beautiful girl from our class) and her group, and they were bullying me. They threw everything off my desk, including my address book with phone numbers and all my little treasures. They emptied out my box, stuffed it with their own things. I had three pairs of flip-flops there — they tore the straps off every single pair.

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...

Ashton Kutcher was sitting on a hospital bed. On the adjacent bed, there was an Asian man whose skin was peeling off. Terrified, Ashton said that a piece of his skin must have somehow gotten onto the Asian man's skin, causing it to peel—an incurable and horrifying disease.

It probably started with the fact that I hadn’t attended classes all year, and I had no idea how I would pass my English exam. It was all because the day before, I remembered that I still hadn’t received my journalism degree after five years of study.

I didn’t understand why I was held in the cell. But despite the fact that I had no cuts and nothing hurt, I knew that a giant, human-sized letter V was drawn on one of the walls with my blood. Fresh blood. I had to get out of there, though two guards in uniform were waiting for me in the “antechamber.” What to do?

She spun around in front of me, showing off a strange outfit — ballet flats, leggings, a long silk robe with long sleeves… and everything — absolutely everything — made of ghastly silver lamé. Dressed like that, she was about to head off on a trip.