My dream wife told me:
“I dreamed I was an artificial satellite and I was flying around the Earth. There were still satellites there, and I had an archival task not to encounter them. When I suddenly became quite bored to fly this way, and I saw an American satellite, then with the scream "Here is the chase I catch and the pincet under the ass of the ladies!" I began to speed up, and he in fear tried to escape. And all this was placed in some room and it was still not necessary to smash into the walls of the room. And still in that room stood an elevated object, recognized in a dream as a closet, on top of which two men were sitting: one bearded in lochmots, the other in an Indian fist, I concluded that they were Jesus and Buddha. They played cards. For the money! But who won, I didn’t know, I had to fly on. And when I had a lot of time flying there, I decided to go straight from there to the ocean and sink. I fell into the water and woke up.”
I have one question, so why don’t I dream of such a fancy shit?? to