I am constantly surprised at how quickly the brain in a dream reacts to external stimuli, rewriting the script in progress. Here is the last dream: I stand on the rocky shore of the sea, straight, as in the picture from the catalog of hotels, the blue sea, the sun and I am all so airy, light. A warm wind sweeps my hair... and suddenly a strong wind blow and I fall from a rock into the sea. I wake up in horror, and this husband is mastering a blanket, trying to kill him.