The dream book

   The dream book, look the dream book, read, the dream book

Clouds - not clear creations which from huge height fly by over us and force us to admire with them. In due course people lose this gift, but today I am young, and, unlike many people who surround me, I enjoy a surprising picture which to me has had the luck to see once …

 … I sat on a roof of the nine-floor house, was about four o'clock in the afternoon and a good flying weather. The blue sky has so held down my attention, that I saw nothing, except this infinite blue. I felt, how heavenly currents penetrate me, and that I become a part something big and novel. My heart has started to fight without restraint, hands and feet have got extraordinary ease, and the instant seemed, that else, and I can fly.

And suddenly … it has occurred. There was such sensation as though from me have pulled off dark glasses and to me have allowed to see that is not given another. It was vision from my brightest dreams which to me has had the luck to see the eyes in reality: at boundless dark blue ocean huge white islands which to a pain were familiar to me floated, after all this picture always existed in my imagination and very often to me dreamt. Each island was unique: one - enticed a quiet bay, another - bragged of huge mountain which towered in the centre it sharp top. On any of islands there was so magnificent vegetation, that eyes ran up from a fauna abundance.

All this huge and fantastic world flew by at me over a head, and I any more did not see even a house roof on which stood. It seemed, that it is necessary to jump up a little, and I will fly up to an attracting whiteness of white islands. My dreams, imaginations, dreams suddenly became a reality, I looked at this miracle own eyes. Sensations of boundless happiness overflowed me, each drop of ocean seemed me native, each tree on numerous islands was the acquaintance, all footpaths to me were known, I have been absolutely quiet and pacified. The internal voice said to me, that between this world and me is much in common, I felt, that I am its part, but memory refused to recollect details ….

So some hours proceeded. On a roof there was a boy and with widely opened eyes looked in the sky. If someone, from houses standing nearby, has more attentively looked at it would see, that the child is surrounded hardly appreciable pink dymkoj and it is not necessary on a roof, and soars over it a little.

At that moment time for me has stopped, I remember only, that home has come for a midnight with anybody not talking, has come to itself into a room and has laid down in bed, turning in a bed, long could not fall asleep, at me to eyes the picture seen on day constantly faced. The sixth feeling prompted to me, that in spite of the fact that vision has passed, the magic part nevertheless remains at me somewhere inside. With these sensations I have soon fallen asleep.

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Since then there has passed a lot of time. To me already under thirty years, I in a life have made a lot of bad and a few good affairs, but on the rest of a life at me grandiose plans and many people could envy me. But, I will reveal to you the secret secret: that magic which has occurred to me, remains in me and to this day. We are adult people, at us a heap of problems, our world is limited by job, friends, the house and in race behind the decision of small affairs we do not notice, how our life measures steps to five, ten years. Literally recently there was a school, like even echoes of institute parties yesterday sounded, now our children study to read …. We will not have time to look back, and they will already choose HIGH SCHOOL … And we? We already come nearer to fifty …

Tell to itself: «Stop!», look on the parties, vygljanite in a window, maybe, somewhere, on a house roof, you will see the kid in pink a smoke, looking in the sky.

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