Hello! I want to share with you my dream. It seems to me that I was going to die. Somewhere a half months ago I had a dream. There are such dreams as reality.
Do you like living in them. And do not just look the picture. Actually the dream: I went down into the subway, I had to go somewhere. On the steps of the old man called out to me. Dry as a grasshopper. He was wearing a suit, that suit, not a tuxedo. Old man came up to me and pulled out his pocket watch on a long chain. He looked at the time and said, "I warned you, but you did not believe me we must go." At that moment I realized that he was the devil, and came after me. To be quite frank, it is a dream, I went to a meeting with her beloved. And this meeting did not take place ... I pulled out a letter and asked him to convey my beloved. He took the envelope and tossed in a puddle. I vividly still remember impregnated sheets of paper with water. I grabbed the phone, was the favorite to gain. He did not answer, as always in time. Then there said a woman. I begged her to give the phone a martyr and was able to persuade. He picked up the phone, but he was very drunk. I cried and tried him to say something, but he did not understand. Bottom line. I died.
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