… In a dream, I understood that it was a dream. And I knew that it would end as soon as I wanted. After all, I can, it always worked before. Even managed them. Yes, it happens. You take and reconfigure it from the inside and it is no longer he who directs you, but you. Today was all different, he stubbornly refused to give up. I watched it to the end. I “lived out” it to the end… Yes, I know, I know… I remember, I didn’t forget, I’m just trying to convince myself of the opposite, so as not to miss the summer… Yes, everything is different than I’m trying to prestap now and nothing has changed. Crooked, pretending to change. Everything is in plain sight, everything is external, we just make pictures instead of a face, “our” face. We draw a new one, cover up the old one…. Just put it on before the first sleep. And we believe in ourselves and others, too, imposing our new faith. To not miss the time. It doesn’t wait. Only dreams… They rip off these pictures and hit them in the eyes so that they can only see inside. Deep. And it’s dark there… Very… And the frozen memory is not going to go anywhere, we never let it go. And she sits there… And remembers us… And then you close your eyes and look not so openly, not so frankly. So that dreams do not notice how you are trying to deceive them…