Creations In Dreams Or How Creativity Appears

Creation in Dreams or How Creativity Appears. (From the project participants…)

Good evening! From the moment I found myself on this project and understood that dreams can provide an unprecedentedly incredible resource and opportunities, it was in dreams that I began to “hear, see and know” what was previously barely perceptible. That is, like Samuel Coleridge, John Lennon, Mendeleev, Einstein and many others, I began to receive from my subconscious what I wanted unbearably – this is “creation, a creation.” That is, something that did not exist, but that came “from me,” thanks to me. This is “creation.”

Links to special setups for seeing dreams and receiving information – at the end of the article.

With your permission:) Creativity thanks to dreams… it is born there…

I Believe

And I don’t care about my wrinkles!
In those wrinkles is life experience.
And there are also sparkles in the eyes —
Pure in heart through pain and »soot».
Those sparkles — of zeal and honor,
That are valued so low by the world,
Of that great love without flattery,
Without self-interest and the frenzy of »living large,»
Of that great love for life,
That gives me strength and faith,
To be a good mother to children,
To be a sister, a daughter… I believe,
There are no chance meetings.
But there is a right choice.
Everything depends only on the person,
Whether they drew a conclusion from mistakes…

Attention! If you dreamed of unusual phenomena, extraordinary mystical dreams, UFOs, and then you actually experienced something transcendent, write in the comments to this article.

I will send you a link to such cases of participants in our project. Also, a link to an article about 5th degree contacts and mystical dreams and the experiences after them – will be below (real stories of participants in the Study of Dreams and Subconscious project)

Little River

Tell me, river,
Why so carelessly
Do your waters rush to the ocean?

By a stormy life driven,
Pure in soul and vulnerable,
As if your path was given by God?

Thunderstorms, whirlwinds or frosts,
Encircled by boundless ice,
Is your stream unwavering on its way?

To merge in a single dance
With the native ocean, —
The river said, — To go together!

Struck Down

You are as if driven by a storm,
Bursting into women’s hearts,
Sorrow and pain uncontrollably
You bring into souls endlessly.

By a cold wind of destruction,
Ruled by rich luxury,
As on fields after battles
Possessed by a victorious gaze.

The sufferings of the abandoned are unseen.
Curses, bitterness are unheard.
You see your life as beautiful,
Kindness is unnecessary, to hell with it.

You look at women playfully.
Soullessly you trample their dreams.
There are among them a crowd of haughty ones,
Yet more — of inner beauty!

But here is a woman, outwardly unnoticeable,
Full of spiritual beauty,
She ignited with a selfless spark
Of love pure as water!

Overflowing with beautiful feelings,
Torment, shame and fear.
Now you are tender and vulnerable
Drowned in bottomless eyes.

She does not need the world’s riches.
She lives breathing spring.
Poetry and prose move her,
Her soul shines with nature.

You cry, living through bitterness,
Keeping sorrow and pain.
Love knows no reciprocity,
Whose heart beat while blackening.

On the Wings of the Wind

Sometimes I really want
To soar like a bird into the sky,
To glide freely above the earth,
To fly faster than the wind.

Far from ghostly lights,
Without burning my heart,
To touch the sun’s rays,
To breathe the green forest.

Having risen into the cloudy distance,
To fly after the menacing cloud,
To descend as a downpour into a dear land,
Having swung a mighty arrow.

Bathing in the sunny rain,
To catch the river’s splashes.
I will smile at a distant star,
Sending it the secret of my thought.

And I would not argue with fate,
Keeping this riddle,
That people sometimes want
To fly on the wings of the wind.

Love from a Dream

You came to me from a dream,
Silently smiling.
I was a little sad,
Realizing — I am waking up.

Your image before my eyes.
I remember every feature.
Secretly arranging a meeting,
With my heart I walk toward you.

The bright day is already dimmer.
White snow swirls.
Cherishing your image in my soul,
The night beckons me.

The stars lit up in the sky.
Everything around grew still.
You will come to me, I believe,
Dear friend of my heart!

Star

I look wearily at the sky —
A star winked at me.
I smiled back at it,
As if it had always been so.

Gently stirring its wing,
The night opened the heavenly path.
I rushed off to a wondrous land,
Casting off thoughts of everything.

The wind, caressing my hair,
Pointed where to go.
And I walked, not knowing myself
What awaited me along the way.

Cities disappeared away.
Paradise opened before me.
The moonlight, deciding to help,
Carried me along its river.

Into the fairy tale of virgin nature
Fate led me.
I opened my soul to it
And it took me in.

I breathed in with full chest
The wondrous air of sweet dreams.
I bathed in the pure sea,
Not holding back tears.

The shores of wondrous flowers
Opened to my gaze.
Light refracted from the mountains,
Echoing them in time with my breathing.

The forest enchanted, birds sang.
The sun’s little rays glimmered.
Splashes rang in the air…
Myriads of stars flew.

The stars spun in a dance,
Carrying me home.
My heart wept from happiness,
Having shown me another world.

Spring Dreams

Winter, sighing deeply,
Yields its rights to spring
And flocks of birds with cheerful trill,
Ring out, soaring into the clouds.

Just yesterday the blizzard swirled,
Dancing the snowy storm.
And in the moonlight everything sparkled,
Wrapping the bed in silver.

Surrounded by strong winds,
Intoxicated by the blinding sun,
The whole forest stood as if chilled,
Drunk on a spring dream.

Snowflakes sparkled like sparks
In the frosty sunny land
And winter said goodbye to us,
Spreading its veil.

Streams began ringing everywhere.
Trees threw off their snow.
Icicles flew from the roof
Dripping brighter than amber.

All the greenery filled with color,
With the fragrance of flowers,
The earth breathed with full passion,
Having accepted spring love.

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The Storm

The sky frowns with a smoky cloud,
Stretches like a ribbon into the distance.
It gathers menacingly to draw its sword,
Cutting the land with arrows.

The rain began to roar, ran in a stream,
Becoming an impenetrable wall.
Thunder played a song on its drums,
Bombarding the earth with rumbling.

Then everything fell silent. Everything breathed again.
The sun spinning like sparks in puddles,
Like a golden bird, suddenly flapping its wing,
Hurriedly wrapped the earth.

The wind dozes in the long braids of willows
And ship-clouds sail by.
The day falls asleep. Showing its shadow,
The moon comes out into the sky.

To Mom

Don’t hide your smile, mom,
And don’t hide your tired eyes.
Let the wrinkles have appeared early,
But your bearing has not lost spirit.

Don’t grieve over the years lived,
Don’t grieve over unfulfilled dreams.
There are many washed-away troubles along the way.
There is more happiness in small joys.

And walking along the chosen road,
Don’t be afraid to look back.
Only this way will your worries leave,
Life will tune itself to a new key!

Your tears will shine like diamond,
Will flow in streams down your cheeks.
You will smile sweetly at your dreams
And return to life’s affairs.

You will also be strong, sensitive, tender,
Guarding the home with maternal feeling.
You will guide us on the path skillfully,
Allowing us to make the choice in that.

No better word will be found than “Mom”!
And there is nothing more to say here.
Thank you that you, dear one, are with us
And will affirm us in life!

To My Sons

The morning sun touched with its rays,
Glittering on a rosy cheek,
Played with his hair,
Slid down his body to his hand.

You will squeeze your little hand into a fist,
Greeting the warm ray.
And with the other — you hug a toy,
Resting your head on a shoulder.

Opening your beautiful little eyes,
You will smile when you see me.
The day will bring new tales.
Good morning, my little son, to you!

A brisk wind flew in through the window,
Lifted a paper airplane.
It flew around, played with it a little
And gave it back into your little hands.

The sun adorns the day with colors.
Birds sing songs merrily,
Congratulations to you with the new morning!
Happiness, joy await you again!

Whisper of Love

You came into my life unexpectedly,
Love wafted in like a light breeze.
My heart beats desperately,
Driving blood through my veins.

I waited for you, my dear, my desired one!
I waited for you alone!
That tender gaze of emerald waters!
Those scarlet lips of his!

A velvety voice pours out like a song,
With the sweet scent of wondrous dreams.
My long-awaited one! You are salvation
In the world of tears I have lived through.

I will touch you with warm breath,
I will drown in the sea of your feelings.
Hearts will kindle with a hot flame,
With passionate ardor for the two of us.

Hands tenderly clasped in an embrace,
Lips merged in a kiss.
My tender one! This is the voice of confession —
Our destinies have intertwined into one!

The wind slightly ruffles our hair.
Yellow leaves rushed into a dance.
Love whispers to us in a quiet voice,
Plucking stars from the sky for us.

to my husband (at present my ex)

River Bridges

Why does it happen this way,
Fate is separating you and me,
Like river bridges are drawn apart?
Again you pass me by…

Ice has bound the river’s expanses.
Snow and blizzard whirl together.
Only the moon wanders alone,
Silently yearning for him.

The crescent moon seeks its companion,
But they are not destined to meet.
Year after year they go in circles,
But everything has already been decided for them.

Every day I wait with impatience,
To see your gaze again.
My heart froze from shyness,
I answer you out of turn…

The wind drives snowy clouds
And the blizzard moans louder and louder.
Winter is angry. And grows angrier still,
But spring is on the threshold now.

Young gardens will blossom,
They will leave no trace of snow.
Let river bridges be drawn apart,
Our happiness with you is forever!

Eternal Happiness

Why are you, happiness, so short-lived?
You barely appear — then you rush away?
Maybe I am somehow to blame before you?
I will find the reason — I can’t bear it without you…

Maybe I didn’t recognize you?
Maybe you are always beside me?
In the joy of children, health and smiles?
In the chirping of birds in early spring?

In the quiet rain of autumn time?
In the icy cold or a summer day?
I stand as I am before you,
Ashamed of my own guilt…

My Path

I am frightened by the mere thought,
That I do not know how to go on?
Big clouds hang over me,
Big waves do not let me swim.

The sky has closed, noisily spewing thunderstorms,
The sea abyss deeper absorbs flesh.
But I struggle, shattering those waves,
I struggle with that pain that has squeezed my chest!

I go to the bottom, stretching my hands to the sky,
Closing my eyes to remember the sun’s ray.
I pray to fate, saving myself,
I wander along the bottom, having weakly chosen the path.

Silent is the quiet sea depth,
Filling peace in the soul and heart.
My path is far and I walk alone,
Feeling the pain ever quieter here.

But I hurry, hurry to that shore,
Love scorches the heart with a spark.
I hurry to where my son awaits me!
To where worldly life flows!

Only there is the warmth of native hearts
And understanding of burning pain and sorrow,
That it will become easier for us without tears
To accept all that we chose!
(July 11, 2008)

Beauty river — Volga

I admire you, Volga!
Ah, how wondrous is the river’s surf!
I stand enchanted, for a long time,
Peace has settled in my soul.

The water softly caresses my feet,
Tormenting my heart with a sweet song,
With a gentle splash it touches me,
Luring me to swim into the river’s expanse.

Allow me to admire you,
To wander on your bank,
Only to enjoy your beauty,
To love the serene waves!

Your waters are transparent and pure!
I catch my gaze in the reflection.
The sun shines with a radiant gleam,
Sending greetings to the ship.

The Snow Queen

The coolness of autumn whispered:
“We will meet again in spring.”
Cold winter has come,
Sweeping away love along the way.

And the blizzard sang mournfully,
Casting an icy grin.
Love smoldered like coals in the heart
Amid the loneliness of mirrors.

His love vanished in the night,
Having buried mine in the ice.
The fire went out. Scattered, abandoned
By frozen shards in tears.

It bound the heart, the blood froze.
There is no more pain and longing.
I am now the Snow Queen!
I sweep all paths with snows.

A Little Light in the Hut

In my house it’s cozy and warm,
The sun shines golden in the windows
And even in its corners it is bright,
It drives the darkness out relentlessly!

Wake up, I beg you, my soul!
Summer has long been knocking at the door!
But the frost steps slowly,
Leaving my call unanswered.

The river has become covered with frost,
The streams of blood have turned milky.
The clouds also float by gray-blue,
Clouding thoughts of love.

My eyes glisten with cold
And my soul grows ever colder.
The images of former feelings have faded,
Barely emerging in memory.

The mind is clear, but there’s anguish in the soul
And sorrow walks like a great dark cloud.
Everywhere there’s frost, but there’s no sand,
No seashore where the distance leads away.

Only in the heart a dream still glimmers,
Like a little flame in a distant cottage,
In those forests where the places are snowed waist-deep,
But it beckons even in the deep of night.

The Old Creaky Gate

The old creaky gate —
A passage into the dear home.
Since long ago you’ve been slightly open,
Leading to the beloved garden.

In memory I keep the recollections
Of childhood and mother’s cares,
Of tender hands and the confession of eyes,
I treasure them year after year.

The path has long been overgrown,
The hinges have rusted.
Only mother’s smile
Will endure everything in the world.

And even now, probably,
Standing by the window,
You wait for the children’s return,
Gazing at the path.

Clouds race across the sky,
There’s no turning back for them yet.
Oceans, cities —
A distance measured in years.

Letters, telephone calls,
Conversations in brief minutes,
Won’t save us from longing,
Finding inconceivable bonds.

Life rushes like a hurricane
In a sea of circumstances.
We will come to you, mama!
And without delay!

I Race Along the Level Road

I race along the level road
In a light automobile
And worries recede into the distance,
I’m on a clean-paved way!

I cleave the air briskly,
Passing by the forests.
I playfully scare the leaves,
Scattering them behind me.

Forgive me, I’m like a child —
Glad for every day!
I shout after you:
“Darling, I love you!”

Life is beautiful and wonderful
And it seethes like a river!
And even if storms in it are dangerous,
They won’t separate us from each other!

We race together along the road
In a light automobile
And worries recede into the distance —
We’re on a clean-paved way!

Markizka

(Written by me at the age of 12 — please don’t judge too harshly)
Our Markizka is simply great!
He loves us all a lot!
He has his own outfit,
And he wiggles his ears.
He also loves to eat,
Even when there’s no room in his belly.
And sometimes at night
He won’t let us sleep:
Runs and jumps, crawls, meows,
As if learning a song.
After playing, he sleeps sweetly,
Yawns and snorts.
In the morning he’ll go out for a walk
To greet the bright sun.
And he’ll begin his campaign
From gate to gate.
Here comes a big fly:
Oh, silly, it flew into his ear!
He’ll creep quietly up to a dozing dog,
Tap his paw on its nose and run to his mistress.
Markiz has been gone from the house for a long time —
He’s long been sleeping in the straw.
A fly flew past,
But it won’t touch his ear.
The fly knows that he
Has sunk into a sweet sleep.
The warm sun has warmed the earth.
Little Markizka dozes with a breeze.
I’ll take the kitten in my arms,
I’ll admire him quietly.
I won’t disturb him,
I’ll lay him to sleep on the pillow.
Be a good girl, kitty,
Always, Markizka!

Don’t threaten nature!

I walk along the shore.
Fish splash in the river.
I feel good, I won’t lie,
Only troubles seem to loom.

Suddenly clouds gathered in a row
And want to pour down rain.
I shook my fist at them grimly —
The sky shot out a lightning bolt.

I shook my fist again —
The sky rumbled with delight,
And, laughing with a rolling laugh,
It sent the rain into a wild dance.

It hurled waves onto the shore,
Bit my cheeks with sand,
Kept pushing my back with wind
And laughed in pursuit:

You run, run quickly,
Don’t threaten nature!
Or you’ll get it in the neck
And across your insolent mug!

A Glimpse into Hell. A small prologue to a published novel

Natalie Berserger Lavrentieva

The road seemed endless. On the illuminated highway Alyona was still somehow holding on, trying to concentrate on the road, but once she turned off into the darkness — where the headlights of oncoming cars involuntarily made her squint — her eyes kept closing more and more, carrying her off into the realm of sleep… The car suddenly swerved to the left. Alyona’s sleep was gone in an instant — she gripped the steering wheel, drenched in sweat and with eyes wide open, slowed down and pulled the car over onto the shoulder.
— Are you sleeping or what?
She turned at the frightened voice and saw Alexei’s bulging eyes and pale face. Yes, even in the darkness it was clearly visible.
— What, do you want to kill us? – he yelled.
— Huh? – still in a state of shock, Alyona shifted her gaze from Alexei to the steering wheel and only now noticed Alexei’s fingers, frozen on the wheel. – O-oh, — she breathed out. Her body was shaking from within. Drenched in hot sweat, she barely managed to let go of the steering wheel and wiped her face with her hands. Even her hair was wet. – God!..
— God?! – Alexei repeated angrily. — What the hell kind of God! You idiot! Crazy woman!
Alyona was stunned by such words and blurted out loudly:
— Hey, get the hell out of here! You’ve latched onto me. You should be kissing my feet for the fact that I’m driving you to your crazy one! Grab your stuff and get lost!
Alexei unfastened his seat belt, took the bag from the back seat.
Alyona only heard a faint pop, like a jar lid opening.
He clamped her mouth and nose with a damp cloth. She tried to remove his hand, involuntarily inhaling the sharp, sweetish fumes…
Everything swam away, became indifferent, drowning in the darkness…

The Backstory. Prologue of the second standalone novel
Natali Berserger Lavrentieva
Kazan

Entering the production base, Alyona slowed down near the security guard – he gave a sign to stop. Lowering the window, Alyona asked with displeasure:
— Any problems?
Leaning on the car door, the scrawny Arkasha stuck his head into her car’s interior and glanced slyly with his little eyes.
— Hel-lo, — he said and smacked his lips.
An unbearable sharp smell came from the guard’s mouth, as if it were not a mouth but a garbage dump. Ugh! Her eyes nearly filled with tears — she had to open all the windows.
— Can you hurry up? – Alyona threw out rudely.
– Are you in a hurry? – Arkasha’s sly tone irritated her no less than the stench.
— Idiotic question. I’ve come to work!
— To work… It’s just that you and your director stayed here until night yesterday. – Arkasha smiled lasciviously: — I thought you’d be given a day off. — From the very first meeting, Alyona’s blue eyes and slender figure had made an indelible impression on him, and he tried with all his might to let her know it, but she completely ignored him. However, he did not give up hope.
— And I think it’s time for you to get back to your workplace! – Alyona replied and pressed the gas: the car moved slightly — the guard jerked back in fright, pulling out his excessively curious head.
Driving up to the long one-story building, she parked habitually under the windows of the reception room. Above the entrance was a sign that read “World of Salads”. Alyona climbed the steps and entered the cool corridor, from the other end of which came the sounds of work in full swing. The aroma of fresh baked goods made her head spin. And what salads they made here!

Swallowing saliva, Alyona unlocked the reception room with her key. She entered, tossed her handbag onto the table and headed to the director’s office — Maxim Viktorovich Saltov, whom the staff called Salad behind his back, had ordered her to always air out his office in the morning.

Well, if it must be done, it must be done.

Salad — a fifty-year-old pot-bellied little man, combing three hairs onto the middle of his bald spot, was a person with a difficult character. A cantankerous tyrant drove his employees to tears. But no one was in a hurry to quit, since the salary, and a good salary at that — he paid it regularly, and at the end of the year even gave a small bonus.
The air in the office was stuffy. It smelled of tobacco smoke. Opening the vents wide, Alyona went into the boss’s rest room.
— You could hang an axe in here! Was it really so hard to open the window right away?! – grumbling, she raised the blinds. Opening the pane fully, she took a deep breath of fresh air. Turning toward the exit, she glanced at the table standing in the corner, and gasped.
— Well, what a mess you’ve made!

Cigarette butts in red lipstick lay around the overflowing ashtray. Champagne and vodka bottles, dirty plates with leftover food, a wine glass with traces of the same lipstick, a shot glass…
Alyona grimaced and, sighing indignantly, put her hands on her hips.

The cleaning lady Aunt Klava always came early in order to have time to tidy up the director’s office before his arrival. She, like most employees, preferred to catch his eye as little as possible. Alyona felt sorry for the kind-hearted plump Aunt Klava, who suffered from a whole set of ailments. However, she did not remember a single day when she was late and very much hoped that nothing had happened to the elderly woman.

Realizing that all this mess on the table was better cleared away quickly, in order to avoid the manager’s wrath on everyone and everything, Alyona turned her head toward the door leading to the restroom. And then, out of the corner of her eye, she caught something lying on the sofa. She looked and cried out in surprise – on the sofa lay none other than Salad. It seemed he had fallen asleep sitting, since his legs were on the floor.

“Looks like he had a heavy drink last night.” Alyona smirked and walked up to the sleeping boss. Ugh, he must have gotten so drunk that he smeared his whole mouth!.. Did the wine miss his mouth or something?

She leaned over slightly and listened, trying to catch his breathing. During her time working at the company as a secretary, she had happened to see Salad sleeping here. And usually he snored. Now, though, he slept suspiciously quietly.
A big emerald fly boldly dive-bombed onto Salad’s face.

As if preparing to do something nasty, it rubbed its little legs. Brushing away the insect, Alyona touched the boss’s cheek and recoiled in fear – his cheek was unnaturally hard and very cold.

Her heart pounded wildly. Trembling, Alyona began to back away. Bumping into the table, she cried out and ran out of the room…
(draft version for now)

I got carried away… sorry!)

This is not all, but I’ve probably overdone it as it is…
It was written at different periods of my life. There are some raw poems, and humorous ones, and far from humorous ones, but it was all written in one breath.
Sorry that it’s a lot…

The link to the article about contacts of the 5th degree will be below (real stories of participants of the Dream and Subconscious Research project – here)