Change of scene. By the weather it seems like early spring, dirty, slushy, quite cold, I’m riding a bicycle somewhere, the very first dream, I don’t remember it well..

Change of scene. Time like twilight or evening, something like that. I’m in my kitchen, my husband is in another room, I’m cooking semolina porridge, but with water I think. Then my mom comes in and while I step away, she fusses at the stove. I come over, and the porridge is already like with milk and in a bigger container. Oh, I say, you did this, and mom just goes around me to put it on the table (like she took it off the stove) with some 3-liter jar and in it there’s like boiling water and almost reaching the table, the jar touches her leg and mom yelps, like she got slightly burned.

Change of scene. I’m somewhere in nature, my husband is somewhere nearby. Summer, river, for some reason I’m naked in the river, and on top hay is floating in these little paths and either I’m adjusting it, laying it out, or something I’m doing there, in general I’m busy with something, my husband is like above me on a bridge (the bridge is not big, iron I think), and he says something to me like – oh, my good one is doing something there (well, like he knows what I’m doing and why) and I’m so content, so pleasant..

Change of scene. A bunch of people, I’m in the same river, only in a wedding dress and a photo shoot is going on. Nearby they’re photographing another bride, I’m watching from the side, several people are holding her and like she’s on her back, the veil ends up lying on the water, her face half in the water and they’re photographing her. And me too. I’m even thinking, well what nonsense, who even came up with photographing like this. I felt kind of strange. The photo shoot ended and we all go to a bus. I start to climb the steps into the salon, but I’m like pushed away and it seems like my friend (here I’m not sure) goes ahead. I wanted to protest, but mom from behind supporting me so kindly and cheerfully says, like don’t mess with her. I climb into the salon, when I got up into the salon it’s like an earring flew off me and bending down to pick it up I pick up a ring, it’s gold with an artificial big ruby stone and for some reason I’m not at all surprised that it’s a ring, not an earring (in the Soviet Union such were sold, in reality I have such a ring, mom gave it to me along with her other gold, she bought the ring herself, I’m clarifying this)., I sit in my seat and my husband comes up (but this is a completely different person, face, body, absolutely different), older, hair pitch-black, face already slightly crumpled you know. I feel a bit “like a fish out of water”, he’s a completely stranger to me, and I’m like in misunderstanding of what’s even happening?? I want to leave as soon as possible.

Change of scene. Some building, round, like a drum, like a mall, but in reality it would be too small. I’m there with someone, either with some friend (in reality I don’t think I know her), I don’t see the face, I just feel the presence. So we’re walking through this mall, and then I see at a table sits my best friend’s husband (like he’s working), on the table a computer, some other gadgets. He smiles so friendly, so happy when he saw me. We came over, exchanged a couple of words, walk on, some little chairs you know, connected to each other, like in assembly halls, nearby a long table, young people are sitting, hanging out, drinking like soda in iron cans. My friend offers me a can, it’s already open, I think I refused.

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