Dream – June 4, 2014
Somehow, I ended up in an apartment with a family. At first — by accident. It’s hard to say now what led me there, but I left soon after. The family consisted of a father, a son, and a mother. The mother seemed rather beaten down and worn out, though not by her husband — it was more like she had done it to herself. The father, on the other hand, was lively and sweet.
Then, by some second strange accident, I ended up at their apartment again. The accidents were odd, almost as if I had to sign some paper but mistakenly ended up at their place instead of an office. The second time was something similar: I remember watering flowers, and everything felt strange.
And then the third time, I appeared there again, entirely “wide-eyed,” and each time the father was so happy to see me. The mother, of course, shot sparks from her huge eyes, but sat sullenly and heavily on a stool in the kitchen. By the second time, it became clear that the father had fallen in love with me. And on the third visit, realizing I urgently needed to get out of there for good, I fled down the stairs — taking their little son with me for some reason.
The son turned out to be absolutely delightful, about 7 or 8 years old. He had little winged slippers, like Perseus — sneakers with a pair of tiny wings attached — but he didn’t know how to use them: he’d lift off the ground awkwardly and hover clumsily. His grumpy mother didn’t encourage or teach him how to fly. I just couldn’t walk by: there, in the stairwell, I started teaching him to fly. I lifted him into the air and spun him around so he could get used to the sensation of flying.
Suddenly the father came running — radiantly happy — carrying a whole bouquet of children: three more! All small, two almost newborns, and another just a few months old. He was clutching them to his chest, beaming with joy as he ran toward me, offering me this little bunch as if saying: “I left my sullen wife and brought all this happiness to you!”
The dream ended — and thank goodness! Honestly, even though I’m not child-free, I have no idea how I would’ve reacted to such a turn of events!
Dream – July 29, 2014
Today’s dream was wildly tangled.
I went to visit Olka and Andrey. For some reason, they weren’t living in their house but in an apartment, about on the eighth floor. The building stood right on the edge of the ocean. I arrived, parked my white Zhiguli (the one I used to zip around Moscow in) behind the building, and went upstairs — where a party of interesting people was happening.
I woke up realizing that the party had been so intense that I had ended up staying the night. Checking the clock, it was already noon — I was hopelessly late for work. I tried calling my boss, but my phone was almost dead. I looked for a USB outlet, but they didn’t have one. I tried plugging the charger into a regular socket near the window — and looked outside!
There was an endless sea (or ocean), bathed in sunlight — it really looked like an ocean of liquid gold, gleaming and shimmering. Waves rolled gently, and suddenly a decent-sized hiking backpack washed ashore. I thought about going to check it out, when I spotted a struggling tourist in the water — presumably the backpack’s owner. She was fighting her way toward the shore, dressed in full hiking gear — pants, boots, and a canvas windbreaker.
I realized I had no time to just observe — I needed to save her. I also suddenly understood it was the Pacific Ocean — a thought flashed across my mind to grab a blanket, because the water would be freezing cold, and the tourist was clearly not prepared for a swim.
While searching for a blanket, I kept looking out the window. More and more tourists appeared — all fully geared, battling the waves, their giant backpacks sometimes still strapped on, sometimes already thrown onto the shore.
The ocean grew wilder. The people weakened minute by minute. Some made it to shore, lying motionless but alive in the shallow water, surrounded by backpacks. Some still struggled; others sank — and no one could save them. I saw a brazen shark dive after a drowning tourist, drawn like to bait.
All of this played out in the golden, enchanted water under a pre-storm sky — part cloudy, part sun-drenched.
I knew I had to rush to help. I ran downstairs — but the first floor of the building was already flooded. Waves slammed against the house, submerging the first-floor apartments and the entranceway. The outside world had turned gray; the coastline was swallowed by water. Rain poured down, and massive waves seemed determined to devour the land.
I went back up to tell my friends I couldn’t get out. I tried to spot my car from a back window — but it was gone, maybe swept away.
Suddenly, I found myself on the shore again. The sea was golden, the sun blinding. The waves still raged, but there were no tourists, no backpacks. I tried to return to the house, but a powerful force pulled me back toward the churning ocean. Summoning all my strength, I scrambled up the beach toward the building — and then, suddenly, everything stilled.
I stood ankle-deep in the water. It was completely calm, lapping tenderly at my feet.
And then I saw them — endless vertical fins gliding toward me. Sharks! Dozens of them! I froze — but when they reached me, I realized they were baby sharks. They swam around my legs and disappeared back into the ocean.
I stood there in the calm, liquid-gold water — and my soul felt peace.
Dream – August 12, 2014
The building was designed like a square courtyard, with corridors running along the inside edges on every floor — open to the courtyard, no wall. From the roof, you could watch beautiful sunsets.
They told me there was a secret floor, not easy to reach. My curiosity was too strong. I teamed up with a woman and we decided to sneak in. We had to first climb up a ladder, then climb down again — and finally arrived on this hidden floor.
It was empty, except for columns — and what looked like bodies. Not corpses exactly — but it felt like their souls had left. You couldn’t see the spirits, but you felt them. It was clear: this was another reality. Ghosts floated here. And deep down, we understood: there was no way back, like in the movie 1408. It felt as though we no longer had the strength to escape.