Teleconf. ZX-Net #09 05 апреля 1996

Story - Dream of a spring morning.

From: Andrew, ZXN: 095:5610129.5629769 .. 3784944


                Sleep in the spring morning.
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------------- PREFACE. My story (by the way really occurred to 
me) I wrote, not because I saw the story in STEVERa LIMETREE 
"moss bog" because I wanted to share with delirium, which 
happened to mnoy.I, besides, I have hardly anything write. 
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------------- I want to tell you a story that happened to me in 
the morning 03/27/1996 (!!!) when I was asleep, shorter sleep. 
At first, I will talk about what events preceded this dream, 
then you can understand the reasons for this strange dream, but 
I personally do not understand this. Thus, gone. I woke 
03/26/1996 at 15:00, went to buy bread, and ate and began 
writing programmku.Ona was not particularly difficult, with 
that I was lying to her routine, but I scored on it, because it 
is partially unfit for this event, well in Overall I was 
writing all zanovo.Blago me no one called and because with a 
few distractions, and after a few drop sequence (Due to power 
supply) MASMa, I made one of its programs from It was at 22:30. 
Then I called ART-SOFT, and we are a little chat, hang 
trubki.Zatem I began to write his program from further. In the 
hour we have on cable TV allowed the film "Resurrected from the 
dead one. "I thought that the movie will be good, and therefore 
it looked, but it was garbage, not even HORRORS (!!!). Until 
the end I program of the day did not, scored and walked a little

pochitat.Kogda I was going to go to bed (3:00), I have a little
pobolel crock, but it's all nonsense, which I do not attach
znacheniya.Nochyu (?) long could not fall asleep, but asleep, 
stagnant prosypalsya.Potom at 7:00 began to gather in college 
my brother and I also at this time awake, while slowly opening

my eyes, I saw a shadow, but closer inspection properly, I
realized that it was my brother sitting on his little 
posteli.Poslushav TV, I fell asleep after 40 minutes again, and 
began the same terrible son.Ya remember ending sleep, but it 
can and a dream ("..." Mean that I forgot something) "I was in 
the apartment of his grandmother (she was still alive, so that 
no-no hint of horror), in small room, but in the big room was 
my father (also not yet died) in his greatcoat, he slept. I 
must say, the one time I slept grandmother (though she lives 
five minutes from my house) but without ottsa.Po inexplicably 
along the window was a bed, there is no way in reality, on 
which I sat staring at the window okno.Za A woman stood, 
leaning against the wall doma.Ee head was slightly increase the 
bottom, but growth is normalnogo.Takim way, it turns out that 
the apartment was on the ground, but still low floor apartment 
at my grandmother's located on the second, but not a height 
thing. After sitting, I decided to go to bed, and suddenly 
something black jumped from my bed. It was my cat

grandmother, who recently escaped and now grandma new
cat, not black (!!!). Lying I still saw the woman, but it
Again, it was not ney.Zanavesok on the window was not (for some 
reason), and It was light and I could not sleep ... then 
darkened, and the room was kind of shitty ... I corrected some 
curtains Caught between big and small room instead of

dveri.Zanaveski were divided into three equal parts and were
rolled rulony.Po past this, I am someone talked him
kanetsya no vidno.Potom, adjusting the leftmost
curtain, somehow similar to the corpse of a druid (shorter than 
human robe) on the gallows, she said that I had left it, or else

something. It turned out to be someone with whom I spoke ... I 
had a usnul.Mne a dream that some had two Ambala, naked from 
the top to the waist (it is not striptease !!!), and they have 
something from me like. I started hitting one of the them, 
which was closer, but it has given nothing. Then I decided to 
wake up and prosnulsya.Ya sweating, my eyes were mixed hair, 
which in reality korotkie.Ya sat on the bed, which was already 
in my apartment at the right meste.Tut I almost ohrenel, seeing 
ambapo still remained ryadom.Ya began again beat that, though, 
that beat and then, but when zadolbalsya I, all else sitting 
(?) decided to get rid of people from sleeping on the other. In 
my head I have sounded my father's voice: "Concentrate!" This 
he told me in reality had never spoken, but I got to focus. I'm 
all shaking in tension and Umballa began slowly to disappear, 
and all while the hair before my eyes on my nerves. I stopped

strain and approached the window. It has already been svetlo.No 
Umballa again proyavilis.Togda I again strained, and for some 
reason, even forgetting about the them, began to think of 
something else I do not remember about chem.Kogda I re- thought 
about the people in the room, he found that they were not. "