Translated from RU
I dreamed a dream in three acts.
Act One. My little sister was playing with my cousin sister. They were playing in the yard of an old house that used to belong to relatives from my childhood. This all took place in the village where my relatives lived, where I used to visit them as a child. They were having so much fun, it was getting late, and my cousin sister needed to go home. They were very sad that she was leaving; they didn’t want to part ways. They said their goodbyes and then reassured each other, saying, "But we will see each other again, our parents will come in the evening, and then we will meet once more." I was watching all of this, thinking, yes, it really is sad when you get used to someone and then that person suddenly leaves you. I observed it from the outside and thought that it was indeed sad. Then my cousin sister went home, and I thought, no one is seeing her off, but on the other hand, she always left alone. Why should I worry? Because this village is familiar to her, where everyone knows each other, and, in principle, she knows her way.
Act Two. This took place in a house that seemed like it belonged to us, but it was actually our relatives' house in the same village. I had washed some clothes, and all the folding drying racks were occupied; my mom, sister, and little sister had put their things there, while I had washed towels and couldn’t hang them up because everything was taken. I said, "You’ve spread out your things, and I can’t hang up my freshly washed wet clothes." My little sister replied, "Why don’t you take those clothes you washed earlier and hang them up there?"
Then Act Three. We were preparing... This all took place in the same village. We were getting ready to welcome guests. I dreamed of my relatives, specifically my uncles and aunts, and I saw my uncle who passed away many years ago; he looked quite old. Suddenly, my mom started dancing, moving around energetically, and he said to her, "Why are you moving so abruptly? You might fall and accidentally die." My uncle told my mom, "Be careful, don’t act like that," and added, "You’ll die just like my wife did." He pointed to a figure on the table, and I was watching all of this, and those relatives appeared as little figurines on a large table. We all started laughing because he said, "Well, my wife died, it’s no big deal." For some reason, we all began to laugh at this and continued to gather to prepare the dish and welcome the guests. And then I woke up.
