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[Alexandr Korol]

That is — it starts abruptly: I am sitting at the table, figuratively speaking. And just as unexpectedly, this dream ended at some moment. That is — it is always some kind of fragment. Plus — I also don’t know the time. That is, while I was sleeping, did the dream take a minute or an hour? After all, time there is different — or rather, there is no time in the dream at all. And so in the dream, when I see some people, some room, all of this is modeled, of course, to suit my brain, so that I would experience some essence that I am supposed to experience. If I am supposed to argue, then I am arguing with someone. And what difference does it make in what cover this is? That’s why something absurd is always modeled. That is — there is no linear time there, and that’s why it isn’t the case that you always return to a dream where time flows on and the same familiar room is there. That’s why the “cosmos” you are in is always different, the characters are different, you don’t know what time it is. You appeared and disappeared, experienced something and disappeared. That is the kind of dream you have. And the point is — this is very similar. Because when you have a dream, you simply observe how this dream is happening, and that’s it, and nothing more. You simply walk through it along a set script.

And it’s precisely the same in this magical state, the one I was in in childhood, and the one I ended up in recently for a week — exactly the same — that is, everything is one day. Everything is simply one day. That is — yesterday was a day, the day before yesterday, today — you can’t remember what you were doing. Everything is overlaid onto one, not distributed across time. And so it turns out that what was three days ago, or what was yesterday, is mixed up, confused, can you imagine? You don’t know — you can, of course, remember everything that happened over a week, but you don’t even understand whether it was over a week or over a month, or whether it was over one day, or whether it was today, or whether it was, after all, yesterday, or whether it was, after all, at the beginning of the week. That is — you lose yourself like this in this state, can you imagine? And I remember that back then in childhood I would say that, as it were, everything is one day. You are living, everything is simply one day. Just six months will pass, and you have the feeling that all of this is, sort of, one single day.