From the author: Author - Svetlana Oskolkova. The article is reprinted from the author's blog "Your Psychologist" This topic worries many. Invariably causes agitation and sparkle in the eyes, especially among the female part of the world's population. It is actively discussed during morning teas, breakfasts, smoke breaks, or simply on the way to work. On fresh tracks, so to speak, before they forget. There are experts in this area who are often approached for advice. Everyone is wondering, “what does this mean”? Literature on these issues is a dime a dozen. Starting with the scientific works of the fathers of psychology and psychoanalysis and ending with cheap little books of dubious content. The latter are in greater consumer demand than the former. But neither abstruse Talmuds nor tabloid magazines provide clarity on all the complex nuances of these problems. Moreover, this point of human life is still shrouded in a fog of the supernatural with a touch of devilry. Metaphysics is within us. This is in the 21st century! They are both our blessing and our curse at the same time. How many tears, how many fears and panic states are associated with them. They are repetitive, nightmarish, terrible, cause cold sweats and torment us. Even when we are awake. There is fundamentally less joy from them. If only erotic. And then you can doubt and argue. We don’t understand them, we drive them away from ourselves, we curse them, we ridicule them, we forget them. But this doesn’t make them disappear. Sometimes we try to advertise ourselves with this, realize ambitious plans, emphasize our uniqueness and even make money. But it doesn't work. We cannot control them, but they often determine our condition. So what am I talking about? About dreams, of course. About what we see when we visit Hypnos at night or during the day. The creations of his son Morpheus. Epic films comparable to Hollywood blockbusters. Vivid heaps of incomprehensible images, intertwining times, persons and events. Sometimes with music, talking, tears, screaming and laughter. Sometimes they are dull, black and white, like frames from retro films. Not everything can be described in words, conveyed through gestures and facial expressions, simply remembered, much less understood. Some people see dreams every night, others claim that they never experience them at all. But it’s interesting to everyone. She was a nice lady. Large build, but not overweight. Bursting with health, the blush on her cheeks alone is worth it. Beautiful and noticeable facial features, well-groomed skin. A mop of dark brown hair. A little cosmetics, just mascara and lipstick, but it would be difficult not to notice it in a crowd of people. Dressed richly and tastefully. A bright woman, you can’t say anything! It behaves accordingly, with a claim to exclusivity. She turned out to be an economist, successfully working in her profession at one of the enterprises in our city. Decent salary. A successful marriage based on mutual love. The husband is a builder, a hard worker and a cheerful fellow, who does not smoke at all and does not drink heavily, only on holidays. Children are smart, healthy and obedient. Nice apartment in a decent area. Relatives are ready to provide any assistance in business and finances. Not life, but some kind of fairy tale! What could have brought her to see a psychotherapist? - Doctor, I'm afraid of sleep! You see, I once had a terrible dream, and now I shake every evening that it will happen again. Everything is fine during the day. But this is how I should go to bed... then I just start to pound. I toss and turn half the night, I don’t get enough sleep. I began to cope with work worse. - What kind of dream? - You see... I dream that I am at a funeral. The crowd of people was huge, all familiar people, neighbors, relatives, colleagues. And we are burying my husband!! And I think I just found out about this. I returned home from work, a bag of groceries in my hands, and then a whole delegation came towards me!! All I was worried about was that the butter in the bag would melt. The sun is bright, warm, summer, greenery all around, people are dressed up as if for a holiday. You won’t immediately understand where you’ve ended up... Everyone is wearing colorful clothes, and I’m not in mourning. It’s somehow inconvenient, a funeral procession without the appropriate...Wreaths in front of the coffin/