I don’t know about you, my friends, but my most colorful, vivid and bad dreams do not happen at night, but in the afternoon or late morning. Yes, the life schedule allows you to slowly wipe your eyes at a time when other citizens have been working for an hour.
It is at this time that the most amazing visions come to me. Dreams, at times, are so realistic that the impressions of them remain for the whole day, or even a week. Moreover, in the daytime or late in the morning, I am best able to catch the lucidity phase of a dream. Do you ever have this when, on the verge of sleep and wakefulness, you give yourself a directive that you will definitely check how the matter ended? Especially if the plot is fun. Or even like this: you know perfectly well that everything that happens is a convention, and you easily control this fictional reality. For example, you draw your own landscape of the area, change the height of buildings and their facades. A lot of things can be done in this borderline state.
The only minus of sleepy travels is that you get up after them completely broken, with a sore head and a strange feeling that everything was in reality. A fascinating journey through the backyard of the subconscious mind hits you in the head. Anyway, me.
I remember that Alice from Wonderland dozed off after dinner, and it was then that she saw all the "miraculous" oddities. Here I am - the same Alice who prefers to go to bed long after midnight, and then make up for lost time in the morning or lunch hours. And every time, as that same Alice, I give a vow: I don't sleep after dinner, I don't talk to caterpillars, and I don't drink dubious drinks.
But if it's no joke, then the subconscious sometimes gives out amazing combinations, you just wonder: where does that come from.
From the last trip to the country of lucid dreams, I returned not only with a completely broken, heavy head, as after a good party, but also very puzzled. A strange plot haunts me to this day. Moreover, by the time the dream ended, I was already on the verge of being awake, but with an effort of will I forced myself to watch the eerie scenario. I'll make a reservation right away - I haven't read any films or books about the apocalypse the day before. There have been no particular stresses lately, why then did the subcortex give such a result!
I don’t remember the beginning of sleep, as in many cases. How it all started, too, but I perfectly remembered the middle and the ending. The world is on the brink of destruction. Some invisible and unknown force burns everything in its path and is slowly approaching our city. How did I know about this? Don't ask from the news, apparently. And suddenly someone (the person remained behind the scenes) offers me to be saved. Easy, fast, but not painless. You just need to jump into another space. But it's not just that the teleportation was successful, you should drink a "magic potion", I will call it that. The drug is still undergoing clinical trials and I am one of the few who have had the honor to test it. Naturally, I agree. But I am interested in one question: there, in another world, will I have everything that is in this one. I am assured that yes. All the same,therefore, I can grab the most expensive, then in another dimension there will be two copies. The next shot - I see myself standing in a line of volunteers or a select few. I remember that I was dressed somehow absurdly, as if I was throwing the first thing that came across, a dog on a leash, and a cat in my backpack over my shoulders. That's it, there are no more things. Wow, I have prepared myself, I think, and I decide to wake up completely. The feeling of an impending catastrophe is so strong that I already want to emerge from this "film". But, with an effort of will, I force myself to watch to the end. Honestly, I did not wait for the transition to another dimension. The last thing I remember is a huge queue that stretches to the very horizon. People humbly stand, resigned to the inevitable. And I - a little to the side, nervously squeeze the leash in my hands and check if the cat is in place.then in the other dimension there will be two instances. The next shot - I see myself standing in a line of volunteers or a select few. I remember that I was dressed somehow absurdly, as if I was throwing the first thing that came across, a dog on a leash, and a cat in my backpack over my shoulders. That's it, there are no more things. Wow, I have prepared myself, I think, and I decide to wake up completely. The feeling of an impending catastrophe is so strong that I already want to emerge from this "film". But, with an effort of will, I force myself to watch to the end. Honestly, I did not wait for the transition to another dimension. The last thing I remember is a huge queue that stretches to the very horizon. People humbly stand, resigned to the inevitable. And I - a little to the side, nervously squeeze the leash in my hands and check if the cat is in place.then in the other dimension there will be two instances. The next shot - I see myself standing in a line of volunteers or a select few. I remember that I was dressed somehow absurdly, as if I was throwing the first thing that came across, a dog on a leash, and a cat in my backpack over my shoulders. That's it, there are no more things. Wow, I have prepared myself, I think, and I decide to wake up completely. The feeling of an impending catastrophe is so strong that I already want to emerge from this "film". But, with an effort of will, I force myself to watch to the end. Honestly, I did not wait for the transition to another dimension. The last thing I remember is a huge queue that stretches to the very horizon. People humbly stand, resigned to the inevitable. And I - a little to the side, nervously squeeze the leash in my hands and check if the cat is in place.standing in line of volunteers or a select few. I remember that I was dressed somehow absurdly, as if I was throwing the first thing that came across, a dog on a leash, and a cat in my backpack over my shoulders. That's it, there are no more things. Wow, I have prepared myself, I think, and I decide to wake up completely. The feeling of an impending catastrophe is so strong that I already want to emerge from this "film". But, with an effort of will, I force myself to watch to the end. Honestly, I did not wait for the transition to another dimension. The last thing I remember is a huge queue that stretches to the very horizon. People humbly stand, resigned to the inevitable. And I - a little to the side, nervously squeeze the leash in my hands and check if the cat is in place.standing in line of volunteers or a select few. I remember that I was dressed somehow absurdly, as if I was throwing the first thing that came across, a dog on a leash, and a cat in my backpack over my shoulders. That's it, there are no more things. Wow, I have prepared myself, I think, and I decide to wake up completely. The feeling of an impending catastrophe is so strong that I already want to emerge from this "film". But, with an effort of will, I force myself to watch to the end. Honestly, I did not wait for the transition to another dimension. The last thing I remember is a huge queue that stretches to the very horizon. People humbly stand, resigned to the inevitable. And I - a little to the side, nervously squeeze the leash in my hands and check if the cat is in place. That's it, there are no more things. Wow, I have prepared myself, I think, and I decide to wake up completely. The feeling of an impending catastrophe is so strong that I already want to emerge from this "film". But, with an effort of will, I force myself to watch to the end. Honestly, I did not wait for the transition to another dimension. The last thing I remember is a huge queue that stretches to the very horizon. People humbly stand, resigned to the inevitable. And I - a little to the side, nervously squeeze the leash in my hands and check if the cat is in place. That's it, there are no more things. Wow, I have prepared myself, I think, and I decide to wake up completely. The feeling of an impending catastrophe is so strong that I already want to emerge from this "film". But, with an effort of will, I force myself to watch to the end. Honestly, I did not wait for the transition to another dimension. The last thing I remember is a huge queue that stretches to the very horizon. People humbly stand, resigned to the inevitable. And I - a little to the side, nervously squeeze the leash in my hands and check if the cat is in place.it is a huge line that stretches to the very horizon. People humbly stand, resigned to the inevitable. And I - a little to the side, nervously squeeze the leash in my hands and check if the cat is in place.it is a huge line that stretches to the very horizon. People humbly stand, resigned to the inevitable. And I - a little to the side, nervously squeeze the leash in my hands and check if the cat is in place.
I woke up, played the plot for a long time in my head, hoping to understand what it means. I don't look into dream books, there is no benefit from them: how can you trust interpretations like "cockroaches are for money and news."
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In an amicable way, it would be worthwhile to consult with your psychologist. She knows exactly what catastrophes are about.
A strange dream does not give rest, although a lot of time has passed. What a bizarre game of the subconscious. What did the second “I” want to say - if you have a difficult choice, make it in favor of the dearest one? I already know that if there is a fire, the animals will be killed first. If I don’t forget, I’ll bring my passport and car documents. That's it, nothing else in this world is valuable to me! Therefore, the procedure is as follows - first animals, then identity documents.
There is an opinion that dreams are a reflection of daytime experiences, fears and hopes deeply driven into the underground of consciousness. The topic of traveling to parallel worlds has always been close and interesting to me. She is often present in dreams. I repeat, it is morning or afternoon. At night I sleep practically in silence. Blurry and fuzzy images do not count. At that moment, when I decided to watch the dream and not wake up, I was wondering what the other world looks like. How the fabric of space will transform at the moment of transition. Amazing, huh? It was with these words that I tried to persuade myself not to jump out of the illusion, but to succumb to the confusion, to go to the end. But, apparently, I am not yet a fully experienced "dreamer", so I got scared.
Reflecting on the plot I saw, I remembered about Alice. Although, to be honest, as a child I absolutely did not like the book. And only when I re-read it at a conscious age, everything fell into place. The girl traveler simply fled into dreams from the boring and prim world that surrounded her. Apparently, my attempts to overcome the spatial barrier are an escape from the reality cage into a fictional universe. But Alice's transition to the fantasy world was "weird", while mine was ugly and even nightmarish. Apparently, these are the features of the national mentality.