I am on the train, on the upper shelf. I wake up at night because there are sounds from below, as if something is poured straight onto the carpet. I understand that someone below is pretty effectively sick. Here I hear the sound of a whispering package and a whispering voice "Take". In response, I hear a brilliant answer "No need, it’s a dream". A couple of seconds. It is now "Blessed! It's not a dream!" I barely fell off the shelf