Alexandr Korol

there are houses, then jungle, then houses again, then more jungle, and then it opens into a beach. And the beach is unusual — it is very wide, with so much sand. But it is also shallow, so that if I walk along that beach and decide to go into the sea, I would have to walk very far out, and still the water would only be up to my knees. That is very strange. It is such a beach where the sea is shallow for a long while — you have to walk a long distance, and still it remains shallow, shallow, shallow. And this beach, this country, feels as if it is small, and as though it borders with two or three other countries, which is unusual. A small country that borders another country. And if I turn back — so I had been walking toward the sea, and then I turn around — I see this beach again, and it is full of people. And then, when the beach ends, the city begins. At first it starts with people sitting under the trees, then comes the road, then the houses. And the people, the locals, they are not Asians — they look maybe like Mexicans, maybe Indians, maybe Hindus. Something like that. Definitely not Africans, they looked different. More like Arab-Indians, or Mexican-Indians, something of that kind — Mexican-Indians, so to speak. What happens next? I dream that I am with some guys in some Asian country, maybe Indonesia or Thailand, and we are watching a video of how I was in that place before, and how I once filmed it. But then in this dream I remember that I really had been on that beach. And I had been there with my ex-girlfriend, when we were traveling from one country to another, and we stopped there temporarily. And either her mother was already there and we came to her, or her mother arrived there afterwards. And I liked that place so much, even though it was just a kind of transit stop, that I thought: yes, I would live here, or at least stay here for a long time — why didn’t we have a vacation here? And it feels as though it was only some kind of transfer point: either from that country a ferry goes somewhere, or a plane flies farther on, something like that — as though it was a transit place. As if I had come there from some country, like Thailand or Indonesia, and then from there I was supposed to fly or sail somewhere else. And I remember this clearly now, as though... Okay, I am dreaming that I am with the guys watching this video. But how can I in a dream remember previous dreams? And now I have woken up, and I recall that I really did