Dream – February 7, 2004
Today I dreamed of HIM. He came from his warm paradise to see me. He brought a camera and tried to take a photo of Danya, but something wasn’t working with the camera. I wanted to take a look, help him, when suddenly, right before my eyes, he began to transform into another person. The person he turned into was of Mongoloid race. He was lying on my folding chair. When I looked away, he reached for the jewelry box. Suddenly, he was almost completely undressed and was lounging in my bed. I started hitting him with a leather strap that I somehow found in my hand. I hit him fiercely – not because he tried to rob me, but because he wasn’t HIM. Soon, bright red marks from the strap appeared on his back.
I hit and screamed, crying, when suddenly he stood up, and it turned out that his eye and forehead were badly injured. For some reason, I started giving him medical help, and I did it very carefully. Then he told me that they had forced him to come to me and steal something. I said that he was under my protection and that I would deal with those who made him do it. We came up with a cover story for him that made it clear why he returned empty-handed. Before he left, I said, “Sorry, I’ll check your pockets.” At that moment, the Mongoloid man had already become quite Russian. In the pockets of his jacket, I found my silver bracelets and gold chains. He stood quietly while I pulled everything out into the light. Then he gave me a very cunning look. He flashed a “feather” in his right hand. And I said, “I trust you,” and I think I even hugged him. I cupped his face in my hands and said that we would protect him. He left.
And on the landing, there was a bathtub, in which two lesbians were making love.