Rooms
Beyond this dome a room waits with your name written in the language of forever.
You are already on the threshold.
Come closer
All I could do is to call mom on a Saturday and sit with her, for the hundredth time answering her questions. I was not mad or impatient, I said to her in my mind: whatever happens happens but I am not letting you go.
In the dream, standing on the shore and looking at the waves in a daze, I felt how it acted on me. It changed me, elevating me to heaven in a rush of great joy. It freed me from the bondage of my personality. All the details of my present life, with all its problems and worries, dreams and hopes, suddenly turned out to be complete nonsense in comparison with what was blowing in from the sea. The sea gave me boundless beauty, boundless freedom and love.
…In the dream I saw an old car, it was green and looked like the first version of the Russian Zaporozhets or a Western Volkswagen Beetle. It was parked in the middle of nowhere on a pitch black night. There were only two dim street lights that helped to see what was going on. Next to the green car there stood an 18th century guy in a powdered wig wearing a yellow frock coat, white silk necktie and a lace shirt.
I was very worried about the moon in the dream. And when I woke up I was still worried. I also had a vague feeling that the story in the dream was not new. Something like that already happened somewhere and maybe not once.