/lit/ - Literature

First dream. Peter woke up, but not where he fell asleep. He carried me, with his hands folded, and in front of her several people with very distorted faces, also locked up.- Hey you, you’re finally awake? And the most interesting thing for him was that he realized he was dreaming. Cool! So I decided to go further in the car and see where it would all lead. At least for me, that the snow, because there is no sight of such a thing in my world, just read about it. The fellow passengers continued to navigate in incomprehensible language until the carriage stopped. "Time to climb" - said the armored man in his own language, in which Peter thought to himself, judging by the situation, the closer person to the exit began to climb outside. They came to the town, quite narrow and primitive at first glance. It seemed strange to Peter that there were no more people in him, lonely, and that was what they were hiding from the image, or at least suddenly they were as soon as he noticed them. The horned mosquitoes lined up in front of a man with a large ax. "What are we going to do?" Peter thought to himself quietly in his head. It didn't take long to find out the profession of that person.

"Wow, these are the dreams and good dreams ... Good I want more ..." Peter told himself again, this bitterly. And the night outside outside. And she came pretty quickly. Well, as fast as the perception of time dictates, and Peter's perception was perceptibly tilted. The day passed without incident, apart from the fact that Peter dreamed of accidentally cutting the client's neck while centering his beard. Understandably, the customer was not very satisfied, so there was no money left for Peter. But this little misunderstanding did not spoil his mood, his adventures in bed outside.

Second dream. This time Peter woke up in his room. He was already about to be disappointed with his ability to ignore his own text, he noticed. His room was not his room, an imitation of a speedy room, but almost inseparable from the real one. However, Peter mate Peter. And Peter that layed in bed is motionless. "How is it here but there but here and there but here, what is it?" he tried to say it out loud, but his magnifying glass did not move. Well, the one who was lying was not moving, and he was moving, but he did not make an audible sound. Recovering the astral self-smell from such a situation, he experimented. After all, since there was a dream here, and a dream in reality, it is an unreality here and a true dream and he only dreams into reality! The dilemma associated with embarrassment is falling apart. The pressure on the walls of the wall, the strap lying to himself, he tore into the apartments of his neighbors and did the same there, it was true that it was anti-climatic, because everything was very plastic, which was to disappoint Peter.