Adam on the power of dreams

Adam, Slawista, and Advocate went to the cinema to see a series of films about dreams. There were over twenty minutes left until the show started. Adam decided to take advantage of this opportunity. Gentlemen, every evening, after reading several dozen pages of an excellent book, I turn off the light, cover my tired eyes, and transport my mind to the landscapes of my subconscious. I transform my current reality, sometimes sad, sometimes complicated, into a highly subjective, internal world, with incredibly intense and distinct mechanisms. Then dreams arise in my head, both fantastic, irrational, unsubordinated to reason, and those more akin to realism, yet not entirely. They falsify, distort reality, rebel against it, governed by different laws. I see a certain power in them. Gentlemen, I believe that our dreams represent hidden potential, a hidden power dormant in the depths of our souls. Like captivating music, they allow us a moment of solace, a chance to regenerate our minds by powerfully presenting our hidden desires and thoughts. Although very hazy, mysterious, and not fully understood, they encourage reflection, sometimes bringing joy, sometimes irritating and frightening. Therefore, in my opinion, in this sense, dreams are incredibly significant. The moment I fall asleep, a powerful curtain rises, as in a theater. The theater, in this case, is my mind. The actors take the stage. I am a participant or observer of an incredible play about my life. I stand on stage with the others and reenact what happened during the day, or what happened in the past. I relive my own emotions and experiences. Every night, a different scenario unfolds. Unfortunately, for the past week, I haven't had any dreams. I've been depressed, a bit devastated, and hungry. The turning point came last night. I was nourished by a dream, after a week-long hiatus. Gentlemen, allow me to share its content. A few months ago, I came to the revealing conclusion that in my dreams, everything happens in a contradictory way, everything is reversed.

"Please phrase this more correctly," the lawyer said. "

I agree," the Slavist added. "Until now, everything has been very clear, transparent, and has followed the traditional path, but that unfortunate last sentence... I wish you would pay more attention to your explanations."

"My dears, I beg your understanding; I didn't mean to cause such a stir. I assure you, gentlemen, that this kind of situation will not happen again. When I said that everything is the opposite and reverse, I meant that if in reality I am tired and exhausted, then I dream of strength and full physical and mental fitness. It was similar in my dream last night. However, before sleep covered my eyelids at noon, I went to the lottery to select six numbers. From then on, I dreamed of winning, of warm, unpopulated islands, of a sovereign life, of helping others—in short, of wealth. I ate a hearty dinner at the bar, washed it down with one beer, and left. I spotted a beggar on the street and dropped a few coins into his hat, thinking that I would soon be a millionaire anyway. I also observed the drunks arguing, and I must inform you, gentlemen, with a heavy heart, that no compromise was reached." I returned home, still thinking of the sweltering islands and the considerable sum of money. I drank another beer and, after only a few minutes, fell asleep like a tired child. Gentlemen... In my dream, I was homeless. At the train station, I wandered, rich in helplessness, my worn-out hands clutching enormous bags containing my entire life's possessions. I lacked space and privacy, as travelers impatiently waiting for delayed trains looked in my direction without any understanding, with a slight grimace, with disgust...