My sister told me.

She goes to bed, her husband has been shaking for an hour. The sister pulls a blanket on her, accidentally hits her husband, he doesn't wake up, begins to waver slightly and, through the dream, gives out:

Well, I’m telling you, not Alan.

My sister’s name is Alena. She was not illusoriously interested in what there is such a husband's beloved dream. She also knew that if you asked questions carefully and loudly, the spouse would answer without waking up.

And who am I? My sister asked stealing.

and Alena! My husband replied confidently.

What kind of alena? The most important question went on.

The husband still, not waking up, turned to the other side and said:

It is correct! He cried without responding to any questions anymore.

That kind of information has been lost...