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the early grades. And again this old woman comes up, this woman, begins to say
something, even to draw something, to write. I don’t understand what — it’s very
hard to recall. But then she speaks about relationships: “Decide who it is you
need.” That is, whatever you think, that’s how we’ll arrange it for you, whichever
one you need. And she shows me an example: “Ah, you want her to love you?” —
and a picture is drawn for me, that I’m already in bed, as if in some space, you
know, like in an IKEA store, as if there are some showrooms there, people even
walking around, and I’m in bed. And some naked girl is climbing towards me.
It disgusts me, I’m like: “Shoo, shoo,” trying to drive her off, and I return again
to the conversation with this granny. And she says: “Whichever one you want.
If it’s to love, then here you go” — and shows me, as it were, with a hint, the way
people are taught a lesson in films, that you have to be careful with wishes. That
is, you’ll choose the kind you want to love you, and there’ll be some madwoman
who loves you, but you won’t like her. And you need to take into account what
specifically you need: should it be a friend-companion, or a spiritual person, or
a material one? Or one whom you like, or one who likes you? That is, all of this
has to be taken into account. And she says: “Go ahead, just wish for it, and the
system will give it to you, will immediately arrange all the circumstances for it to
happen.” That is, everything hints that I’m as if now before a choice. Again it’s as
if I need to settle on what I want: an ordinary life, adventures, a family, or what
kind of “wife” I want. And that I’ve only to make a decision now and think, and
it will happen, like the fulfilment of a wish. Then she tells my friend that the girl
he chose doesn’t suit him; he gets very upset. She says: “No, you need a different
one, you need one urgently, hurry, you need it now, because you’re such-and-such
an age.” And he’s about my age, 35. And then she disappears again.
When I wake up, I don’t open my eyes, I try to say through to myself mentally
everything that was in the dream, so that it wouldn’t be erased. Because if you say
it through mentally, after the dream, without opening your eyes, you’ll already
preserve it. And what I managed to say through was preserved — that’s already
impossible to forget, naturally — and right now I’m relying on the notes. But I
clearly felt that this was a contact with me, that this isn’t a dream. I clearly felt
this force — that is, it’s as if this woman was also talking with me mentally. It’s as
if there are many like her, they’re of a much higher level than I am, and it’s as if
something, even to draw something, to write. I don’t understand what — it’s very
hard to recall. But then she speaks about relationships: “Decide who it is you
need.” That is, whatever you think, that’s how we’ll arrange it for you, whichever
one you need. And she shows me an example: “Ah, you want her to love you?” —
and a picture is drawn for me, that I’m already in bed, as if in some space, you
know, like in an IKEA store, as if there are some showrooms there, people even
walking around, and I’m in bed. And some naked girl is climbing towards me.
It disgusts me, I’m like: “Shoo, shoo,” trying to drive her off, and I return again
to the conversation with this granny. And she says: “Whichever one you want.
If it’s to love, then here you go” — and shows me, as it were, with a hint, the way
people are taught a lesson in films, that you have to be careful with wishes. That
is, you’ll choose the kind you want to love you, and there’ll be some madwoman
who loves you, but you won’t like her. And you need to take into account what
specifically you need: should it be a friend-companion, or a spiritual person, or
a material one? Or one whom you like, or one who likes you? That is, all of this
has to be taken into account. And she says: “Go ahead, just wish for it, and the
system will give it to you, will immediately arrange all the circumstances for it to
happen.” That is, everything hints that I’m as if now before a choice. Again it’s as
if I need to settle on what I want: an ordinary life, adventures, a family, or what
kind of “wife” I want. And that I’ve only to make a decision now and think, and
it will happen, like the fulfilment of a wish. Then she tells my friend that the girl
he chose doesn’t suit him; he gets very upset. She says: “No, you need a different
one, you need one urgently, hurry, you need it now, because you’re such-and-such
an age.” And he’s about my age, 35. And then she disappears again.
When I wake up, I don’t open my eyes, I try to say through to myself mentally
everything that was in the dream, so that it wouldn’t be erased. Because if you say
it through mentally, after the dream, without opening your eyes, you’ll already
preserve it. And what I managed to say through was preserved — that’s already
impossible to forget, naturally — and right now I’m relying on the notes. But I
clearly felt that this was a contact with me, that this isn’t a dream. I clearly felt
this force — that is, it’s as if this woman was also talking with me mentally. It’s as
if there are many like her, they’re of a much higher level than I am, and it’s as if