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[Alexandr Korol]

And today I dreamed of Charles — King Charles, the one who came after the Queen, the one who is now sick with cancer. I dreamed of him. We were sitting at some kind of event, he was sitting next to me, and I was helping him stand up... Ah, he forgot his cloak, and I was putting his cloak on him. He was leaving. He looked at me in a way that felt like I was some messy little fool — not with contempt, but more like, not personally toward me, more like “Ah, youth.” Like I had sat down in something casual, some loose clothing, and he looked at me like, “Ah, youth,” something like that — that’s how he reacted. Yes, but it was very interesting, because the whole time I didn’t see his face, he was sitting sideways, and then the whole time he was walking away with his back to me, and then I noticed the cloak, and I was putting it on him. He didn’t even turn his head. I said to him, “Wait.” Also curious — what could that mean? Maybe he’s not pleased that I arrived and he’s the one leaving?