Dream – September 2, 2012
I was flying to Kyiv at night. I was wandering around, looking for Andriyivskyy Descent. I wanted to ride the funicular, but I discovered that I didn’t have any hryvnias. I hadn’t exchanged any. In fact, I remembered that I had no cash at all in my wallet. I approached a currency exchange where a big woman was sitting. I rummaged through my wallet, saying, “I have no cash!” and was surprised to pull out a freshly printed two-hundred-dollar bill, which looked more like British money.
Next, I had to fly to Philadelphia. The plane was supposed to depart around 9:30 PM. I looked at the clock, and it was already 7! I had to rush to the hotel and then to the airport. It was a pity I hadn’t printed my ticket. I couldn’t remember exactly.
Suddenly, I was at home. Some high-ranking guests were staying, and they even had security. I realized that I needed to fly to Philadelphia very early in the morning, with the plane leaving at 6:30 AM. I “complained about life” to the head of security, who immediately gave an order to have a car ready for me with a hot espresso for me by the morning. After gym. I asked, “What gym?” The security guard understood I wasn’t one of those people who needed a car and canceled the order. He said, “She can drive herself in her Honda.” I was, of course, offended.
Meanwhile, some mystical movies were playing on TV, which were somehow becoming real and happening to me, as if I were an adventurer trying to escape from Beelzebub, and around me, Paul McCartney and John Lennon were involved, while George Harrison, in a long coat, was inexplicably playing Odysseus.
Finally, the high-ranking guests left, and I could move the TV back into place and throw out the empty CD boxes they had recorded those eerie-fantasy programs on. I needed to go to Philadelphia. Finally, I managed to find my ticket in my emails. And it confused me again. Was the flight at 9 PM or 6 AM? In this confusion, I woke up and fortunately realized I didn’t need to fly anywhere.
Dream – September 29, 2012
I dreamed of two brothers (not acrobats), but very attractive ones. One of them fell in love with me. It was so great, but when we made love, he suddenly started saying things that made me think this whole thing about love was nonsense. I slapped his photo for some reason and kicked it out of the door. He hung around outside for a while, but then that part of the story ended.
Then, I dreamed that I was flying to Europe. My car, fortunately, I checked in as luggage, didn’t pay for its transport, just handed over the keys, and when we landed, the car was already waiting for me at the airport exit. Very convenient. I was with some friends, and we were heading to the train station to travel through Europe. The train from Moscow to a town called something like Tyrny in the former Yugoslavia took a few hours. I stood on the platform next to the train, waiting for my friends, but the train left.
Then came some kind of surreal moment. I was suddenly on that train that had left right in front of my eyes, and then back at the station. We were supposed to meet Yulia, we were talking to her on the phone and couldn’t find each other. It turned out that I was at the square of three stations, and the platform I was on was at Kazansky Station. The square looked very strange, very large, with enormous wooden buildings and strange three stations.
Then we found Yulia, and some man started treating us to something unclear. I thought he was in awe of me, but it turned out he was fascinated by Yulia. Yulia started to act strangely coquettishly with him and suddenly appeared dressed entirely in pink, in a style reminiscent of the 80s in America. I walked away, offended, and Yulia started shouting “Stop!” and caught up with me.
But I had already reached the square of three stations – endless, empty, pedestrian, all covered in snow. And then I had a lucid dream. I thought in the dream, “This is a dream. I wonder if it will affect my real relationship with Yulia (Yulia is a friend from school, we rarely communicate).” And then I became aware it was a dream and decided that while I was aware, I should try to create something. For some reason, the first thing I wanted to create in the dream was Johnny Depp. A man, vaguely resembling Johnny, but not really him, appeared out of thin air by my right side, and I sent him back to dissolve.
Then I “ordered” a man who would love me. And he materialized. And he loved me. We went somewhere together, but the dream ended.
Dream – November 2, 2012 – Flying Over Brazil
What would most people do if all their wishes suddenly came true? Well, everyone’s different, of course, but I would go travel. And, preferably, on my own: I’d fly. In the sky. And no borders would stop me.
The most interesting part, of course, is that I would have as much money as I wanted: after all, all wishes come true, and that means I would have exactly what I needed.
So, I took off. I flew over the Earth… It was dark. The continents were visible from the sky, illuminated by lights, seas, oceans, mountains… Beautiful. I flew over Russia – no, it’s cold. I thought, where should I go to be warm and have fun? And I flew to Brazil.
For some reason, Brazil was very small. I landed at some stop. People were standing, waiting for taxis. And I was walking. Obviously, I was walking like a superstar. Famous and renowned. All in Swarovski crystals, shimmering in all the colors of the rainbow. A white limousine was of course waiting for me. And I was walking to this white limousine past bystanders, thinking that it wasn’t interesting doing all this alone. I needed someone to join me in the limousine. Well, who could I take with me to Brazil, someone fun who spoke the local language? Of course, Anya, who immediately appeared beside me.
We arrived at some busy street. Lights, music… Beautiful. We decided to take a walk. We got out of our glowing limousine and walked on foot. People, buildings, hotels around us. After thinking for a while, we realized we needed to find a place to stay. We found a lovely old building, and the rooms were cozy and beautiful. We had plenty of money, so we weren’t worried. We started jumping around the room, but for some reason, we were drawn to the building across the street. There was another hotel, a skyscraper, about 40 floors high. The building looked very dull and gray, and we both wondered why we were so drawn to move there. It turned out that from that hotel, the view of the ocean was amazing.
But there was one thing that didn’t make sense – why was it always dark there, like it was night… I woke up to the sound of some Brazilian song.
Dream – November 23, 2012
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. We understood that we needed to leave and tell the girls who were waiting for us in the seventy-fifth ward of this gloomy, abandoned hospital building. Holding the flashlight in trembling hands—the only source of light in the darkness of the night—on our way out, we ripped a plastic curtain from the bathroom. Wrapping myself in it, I walked down the corridor, while another girl searched with the flashlight for room number “75.”
The corridor of the abandoned hospital was terrifying. It seemed as though zombies, ghosts, demons, viruses destroying all life, terrible mutant animals, vampires, and other inevitable figures from horror movies were hiding in the corners. Finally, shaking with fear, we illuminated the number “75” on one of the doors. For some reason, inside the room with old beds, covered with freshly acquired sheets, it was much less scary. Shadows from swaying branches outside the window danced on the walls. The shadows from the bright flashlight, which also mysteriously worked in this old, eerie building, were unsettling.
At the window, waiting for us, were other girls, also scared to death. I already knew that the terrifying virus that had infected the Asian man, dying in one of the rooms on this floor, had probably already infected someone among us. I knew we needed to separate and avoid getting too close. We had to keep our distance. Perhaps pieces of infected skin were already flying around, trying to stick to one of us… I asked them to listen, but something happened. They didn’t want to. They were angry and aggressive. They started to move toward us. I screamed that if they didn’t listen, we would all die. I had nothing to protect myself from them. I was terrified.
But they listened and scattered, sitting on the beds. In the corners, zombies, ghosts, demons, viruses, terrible mutant animals, and vampires were waiting… I woke up from a terrifying panic attack that gripped me. On the ceiling, there was a shadow from the leg of a tall lamp hanging over the table. I thought I saw someone hiding in the corners. Using NLP techniques, I managed to alleviate my condition, and, before falling asleep, I started inventing the beginning and continuation of a horrifying story about how friends went to take pictures at the ruins of an old hospital, not realizing they had entered another dimension, disappearing from their usual reality and ending up in another, parallel one, where the hospital had been overtaken by ghosts of a long-ago tragedy. What will happen to these people during one monstrous night? Who will survive and return with the dawn to their familiar dimension in this world, only to find the bodies of their friends? How many of them will return, and how will they ever truly return to normal, familiar life? Will they ever be able to live again, forgetting the horrifying night?
Dream – November 30, 2012
I arrived at work. In fact, I arrived late. I came in, and I immediately felt that something was wrong. A guy approached me and told me to hand over my badge. I tried to start my laptop, but it showed a white text on a black background. It wouldn’t even let me into Windows. I thought to myself, “I’ve been fired, no one said a word, and now they won’t even let me clean my computer of personal information.”
But there was an incredible sense of joy inside—finally, I was rid of this contract! One of the main bosses approached me and, quite amicably, invited me to talk before I left. My direct boss, however, had still not shown up. The main boss was very warm with me, showing me the complaint that my boss had written about me. It was true in some places, but everything was exaggerated. And why didn’t they come to me with this issue first? Why fire me like that? He had promised to warn me a month in advance if anything was going to change with my position in the company.
Then I started talking about my boss—how he was incapable of organizing the department effectively, how I was sitting around with nothing to do while the company was still paying me, and so on. At that moment, my boss came in and seemed very embarrassed, realizing he had set me up. I also felt a bit uncomfortable for having gone and complained about him to the main boss.
Then something happened. People started running around. I tried to escape, but some doors were already closed. My badge, which I had been given to exit the building, wasn’t working, but somehow I managed to slip away. And that part of the dream ended.
I woke up in my mom’s room, lying on the bed next to her. I wasn’t even surprised that she was there, even though she had supposedly passed away… There was some interesting light in the room and a mysterious feeling. I went out onto the balcony, which was filled with pots of beautiful flowers. Despite it being freezing cold outside, the flowers seemed untouched by the frost. I started looking at the flowers—mostly yellow. Not quite yellow, but a very pale yellow, with velvet petals.
Next to the pots stood an ancient phonograph. So ancient, in fact, that the words that had once been printed on the wooden surface of the phonograph box were now illegible. The phonograph was playing music. The music reminded me of French tunes, but there was something mysterious and strange about the melody and the sound that created an atmosphere as though we had traveled through time. A male voice, reminiscent of the singer Utesov, was softly singing a melody. The melody was beautiful and very enchanting. The enchantment was lulling, relaxing, taking us to some wonderful world… I realized that if we listened a little longer, the enchantment would seduce us. Mom was still dozing, and I decided to turn off the music, but I couldn’t. The switch didn’t work.
The phonograph turned out to be (strangely enough!) electric, and the cord went through the wall from the balcony into the apartment. I tried to unplug it from the socket, but the wires near the plug were exposed, and I got a shock. Somehow, I managed to pull the plug out, but the music didn’t stop. Colored lights began flashing in the room, filling it with a strange atmosphere.
Mom woke up, and there was another woman in the room with us. I knew her in the dream, but now I don’t know who she was. We saw three letters on a table (dresser?). No one knew where they had come from. The letters contained instructions about what would happen if… If we took the magical pills. They seemed to be pills. But they were some sort of magical substance that was supposed to completely change our lives. From the moment the magic began to work, we would stop aging, we would look however we wanted, we would have as much happiness as we wanted, and all our wishes would come true.
I started reading aloud, but the women (now there were two women I didn’t know) started talking so loudly that I couldn’t shout over them. I started asking if they wanted me to read them the details about the magic they were about to use… I knew that in the fine print of these instructions, there was something we absolutely had to read, or something terrible—or at least undesirable—would happen to one of us.
But they didn’t want to listen. I went into the corridor to get something from a cupboard on the wall, and when I closed the cupboard door, which had a mirror on it, I was shocked by my reflection. I was completely different! I looked exactly as I always wanted to look. It was incredible. At the same time, I clearly understood that, in reality, I didn’t look like that.
And then I realized that magic only changes our perception of reality, not reality itself. Suddenly, I saw that, like crazy people, we would still look the same as before, but behave completely differently, live in an imagined reality, doing things that weren’t really happening. I was frightened. I realized that it was a trap. And, apparently, we had already fallen into it.
And then, that dream ended as well.