again there comes time of stories from LifeGid. This time such fine dream dreamed me that I tried to remember its some part. And it is valid, sometimes you will wake up, and so there is a wish to return back to this unreal situation...
I dreamed a dream again. It is strange even as recently my organism was pursued by insomnia. Or fatigue played a role, or to me the taste to quiet life began to wake up.
And so, I was somewhere near the sea. Yes, existence of the sea coast was felt. It is unclear the truth from where this confidence undertook, but in an easy breeze the bitterish and salty smack was felt. Noise of a surf, and absolutely nearby was heard. Odette I was in pretty modest attires – only in beach shorts and slates.
"I sleep, however, brought me unclear where and so far early to wake up" - flew in the head. Having grinned, I looked around. Everywhere palm trees, the burdened ripe fruits grew, singing of unknown birds was heard. Nearby outlines of the small building most of which part was twisted with lianas were seen. A set of exotic trees surrounded the dwelling as if the mute policemen warning casual travelers. The choice was not, I went to its party, trying to find though some signs of human existence.
The sun perfectly lit the road, playfully playing the ardent beams on trunks of giants which caused genuine respect for the antiquity of existence. A certain presence, feeling of the suddenness which is gradually holding down reason was felt.
To my look the shady verandah of the house which eminence was filled with various fruit and bowls with water opened. Flowers of unprecedented beauty framed this figurative table about which sat …
… girl? The look went over on her face, quickly looking through each hyphen of the person. Dark hair, naughty eyes, the hidden smile – all this to me was painfully familiar. But how called it?
- Do you think that you sleep? – she smiled.
- It is obviously not the ordinary, - I grinned. – Otherwise I would remember you.
- A dream – the strange thing granted to mankind. Everyone can interpret its value differently.
- Here I am quiet, so – I sleep. It seems that this only place deprived of cares.
Again having smiled in reply, it brought to the lips a bowl with water then gentle gait went to the opposite side of a verandah. Having beckoned me mute gesture, the girl pointed to the seashore.
Wave behind a wave drifted ashore, causing splashes of salty water which in beams of a sun looked as a scattering of air diamonds. The shabby beacon which was in the specified point filled heart with a certain loneliness which at the sight of natural beauty immediately left consciousness, giving way to positive emotions. It was really paradise where that natural virginity which is inherent in a certain primitiveness, grandeur, grace will never be erased.
I turned back also to it. Too many questions tormented my head …