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in my early childhood there were 4 dreams

2 of them were repeated

2 no

in the first dream

on white snow

crispy and spicy

there were three drops of blood

I woke up

the room was dark

and there was a sled in the corridor

I cried

in the second dream -

didn't cry

very thin and in a black dress

holding the hands of my two sons

blue-eyed

with snow-white hair

their shirts are blue

Both names start with "A"

the temple outside is also blue

no one at the altar

third dream --

I'm flying over a field with rye

and below is a labyrinth

and someone in a raincoat says he'll guide me through

and conducts

and along the way he shows all the traps that can kill

in the center there is a chest, and in it is the meaning of life

I forgot what's inside

only then the man in the raincoat walked with me less and less

one day he told me at the entrance -

now - myself

I'm wandering through a labyrinth

and I keep thinking that I dreamed about the chest

but no traps

the fourth dream is the strangest

in a dark yellow room

we are sitting with a man

I admire the burrs and scratches on his hands

he has his own life

I have my own

but for some reason we sit 8 hours a year

and I love him so much

and then some of his people come and everyone leaves

why 8 hours a year? why is the room yellow?

Why do I like these scratches so much? why is he looking at me like that?

he also needs this for some reason.

and it would be possible to live some ordinary life

but it seems like we all have these 8 hours a year