The week was tough. I go home and decide to sleep a little. I dream a dream...

Here you need a lyrical retreat - I have been afraid of heights since childhood, even the usual consistently high staircase without platforms causes me to feel like a sea disease, but, again, a habit from childhood, I try to overcome my fear and not even show the sight to anyone.

Remember, on the playgrounds in the courtyards there were high slopes, or two, connected on top by a bow with slopes, or three or four connected together by one of the vertical axes? And now, in a dream of work, I and a group of comrades need to climb these stairs during the working day with compulsory climbing to descend to the other side. And I diligently, despite my eternal fear, crawl and crawl down these stairs all my sleep.
I wake up and my hands hurt. The stairs were in a dream, but to get caught up in them to death, and to strain all my strength in order to stay up and not fall, I seemed to have to realize.