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[Alexandr Korol]

It resembles a lion, but the mane isn’t lush like in the films or in a cartoon, but
a bit mangy. A lion walks, and lion cubs walk behind him. I don’t know what it’s
about, but I decided to put it on record as a key: maybe so as to recall something
or to switch into this state, I don’t know. But I put it on record, I have it written
down in my notes.

Then again I have a meeting with her, but already in a different place. I’m sitting
somewhere outside in the city, as if in a café, but at the bar counter; someone else
is sitting with me. She said a lot of things that I don’t remember. And so she says
that however I wish it, so it will be: whether I want a “wife” or to live as I want.
She also says that either I’ll want further growth of some kind, or to work for the
system — that is, I can choose, and from this my whole life will immediately be
rearranged, and the system will give it to me. The main thing is simply to wish it.
And there was such an association — maybe this is how it visualized for me: when
she spoke, various drawings were being drawn. And when she spoke about some
mission, if you want to carry it out or to develop, then our president appeared
as a silhouette, as if she gave him to me as an example. Well, maybe he lives in
such a way that he made such a choice, and that’s why he’s like that. Then, I don’t
remember for what reason, the guys and I in the dream asked her for something —
I don’t know what — but she writes numbers. Here are these numbers: 3, 14, 15,
26, 42, 5. And we’re in shock: how is it that she writes the same numbers. But
it’s interesting that they were also unusually marked out, as if the first part was
marked, a group, then the middle part from these same numbers, then the outer
part — and out of them numbers appeared, like bits, a binary system: 1, 0, 0, 1,
0, 1 — but it’s as if out of this the number 144 came out. Then I peer again and
see that on the little sheet it’s written not 3, 14, 15, 26, 42, 5, but for some reason
instead of 26 it’s written 60, there were some slightly different numbers there.
I don’t know what this is. Then that’s it, she leaves again. That’s it, the second
dream ended.

That is, the first time she came outside the city, somewhere in a settlement.
The second time she came to a café in the city. And then, the third time, I don’t
remember where I’m sitting — as if again in some café, but a completely different
space — and in front of me sits a friend, my classmate from the first school,