Sometimes I have dreams. It's like a continuing story. Everything happens in environments and realities familiar to me. But in these dreams I in close contact with Elena. The girl that I love very much.
First I worked with her, on one the common cause, perhaps. Then we met. Yes, it was a walk. It seems that in the fall, but certainly in the rain. Then there was general fun on the radiant coast. But began to appear «Bad people», as we called them in the dreams. There have been a closer relationship, something might like sex, I remember touching her body, I remember that smell her perfume.
And the last time it was dark. It seems that there's been a long time. Damp and cold gray place. Despair. These «Bad people» are killing people. Cook something not good. I'm trying to figure it out. I'm trying to figure it out. Looking for people who can give tips. Confronted with acts of «bad people.» At some point, I meet Elena. She's changed, and I did not even recognize her. She did something with her face. Which is a fancy piercing. Nose, or damaged, or also with an earring. She and I talked. It turned out that Elena also wants to understand what is happening. At the end of our conversation, we're looking at an old black-and-white photograph. Suddenly, she asks, «You do not love me anymore?» With an expression in her voice as if wants to hear a positive response. At this moment I hesitated, but said that is still experiencing feelings for her. A little later, I woke up.
It is interesting that at some point I realized that what was happening was a dream. Speaks supposedly you're not real, I can tell what you'll do. At this point there are the «Bad people» and began to wake up.
I talked about these dreams Xenia, and that's what she said: «It's all like your inner anguish and stupor. It seems that you did not know what it feels to her. „Bad people", according to your description is not like flyers. Rather, these are the projections of your subconscious, as the locking system, which inhibit a lucid dream. And the last time with Elena — is not changing it, but your. You ask yourself this question. Talk with Elena. In life. Call her somewhere.»
But unfortunately, I did not dare call her.
Just recently, there was one more «fantasy in reality.» It was on the street, in the frosty air, I heard the smell like her. Before my eyes got a picture about a girl with a child. She fed him breast. And that was she — Elena. I was in the role of observer and viewer. I could not influence events. In this meoment excitement came over me, I literally froze. And I woke up...