I had a case. I worked in a car shop. Point of the market. Kiosk with doors. The Winter. There is a gas stove, warm only next to it. The case after the NH, almost before Christmas. I sat in a chair, pulled my legs to the oven, horror! I stumbled from the frost! And I sleep sensitively, yet the inner "guard" does not sleep. I hear someone come in. I see, he stands and looks at me. I’m trying to make a poker face, like I didn’t sleep and I was crawling in the phone, but my consciousness, not fully understood that the dream, and what the reality, was pumping. And instead of "Good Day" I issued "Good Mint". I still remember his blinking eyes.