Forum about dreams:

One day I dreamed that I wrote an unwoven verse, the text there was something about:

The chicken dropped the egg.
Partisan links to the door
Everything is well in the village.
But sausage and sausage.

In my dreams, I just couldn’t believe how brilliant lines I invented. In one small poem he wrote about the brothers of our younger and about the great patriotic war and about the Russian depth, Edak satirically emphasized the hatred of the stomach and how he masterfully smeared the end, leaving the reader to think of his own meaning. In these lines I saw the quintessence of wisdom, and as I was already in the morning sleep, I pledged to keep all this on paper.
When I woke up and came back to clear consciousness, I was ashamed of myself, but my brains could have dreamed of it.))))