Dream 07/17/2026 My knocks on the Munolothia's office went unheard. Something started moving behind me. I turned around, and there was a dark figure. At that moment, I stopped staring at the horseshoe and began my story for Melisa: "I saw a room in the horseshoe with the sign 'Munolothia.' Behind it, I heard the sounds of a sorcerer casting a spell to make wooden dolls move and bake a pie. The wizard muttered, 'Sala-maca-soca-kasha.' I peeked through the peephole, and there the dolls began kneading dough, shaping it into cakes, and baking them in the oven. And then I saw nothing because I was frightened by the dark figure behind me. "Oh!" "That would be a great help around the house, Phicho! Can you make a wooden doll?" Melisa asked. "I don't know. I'd better write it down first..." I replied. "It's okay. Write down what the wizard said. I'll get the logs, the saw, and the carving tools. Make the doll just like you remembered." I wrote down these "Sala-maca-soca-kasha" along with instructions on how and when to say them. Then I drew a sketch of the doll. It turned out to be simple. When Melisa had prepared the wood and tools for me, I went outside. It was fresh and humid outside. But the giant people were sweating in the heat and fighting among themselves over a loaf of bread, which seemed to us to be food for the whole year. I began sawing logs to get the right throws. Tired from work, I went to a local lake amid the cobbled mountains. Around the lake, large green bushes with five-petaled pink flowers were in bloom. #nostr #blog #dreams #dream #dervishblog

Dream 07/16/2026 I looked at the other side of the horseshoe again, and there was a minibus chasing people through a forest belt in the evening, just before sunset. The people were fleeing from it, heading toward the forest. The chase was first seen from a third-person perspective, then from a first-person perspective. Finally, the minibus crashes into a pole, shattering the windshield. A legion of tiny people is running from the minibus and heads toward the forest. One of them enters a den at the foot of an oak tree. Inside this den were three entrances with flags of countries: Majarstan, Rialtopiasi, and Chuvaria. The entrances to Rialtopiasi and Chuvaria were blocked by tall stone blocks with a pointed pyramid on top. But Majarstan was accessible. Upon entering on a sunny day, the hotel's interiors revealed furniture reminiscent of a hybrid of the 20th century and Victorian eras, but upon closer inspection, it was clear it was printed and glued together from wood and plastic. I witnessed this firsthand. I went up to the second floor of the hotel, and there was one of the rooms with a sign: "MUNOLOTHIA." The sounds of robots and printers could be heard behind the door. I knocked several times, but no one answered. #nostr #blog #dreams #dream #dervishblog

Dream 07/14/2026 And in the glittering horseshoe, I saw a reflection of a bazaar on a sunny day. There was nothing but sand and tents, and 40-degree heat. In one of the tents, I noticed a chandelier with mirrored glitter, reflecting different shades of the rainbow. "Phicho, what did you see there?" Melisa asked. "Nothing special. Some kind of bazaar," I replied. "Is this your munolothia?" "Yes, one of its rituals." Then I looked at the reverse side of the horseshoe and saw in its reflection the interior of the Egyptian pyramids. Inside, a cartoonish nobility of dark-skinned women with four arms and tall headdresses walked. They dragged behind them even darker slaves, who, punished for tearing up books, began to roam the desert freely and hunt the infants of the nobility with spears. One of these slaves was sentenced to plant a hundred trees around the pyramid. Another slave was forced to summon rain. A third was forced to smelt sand for the munolothia stone. "What did you see there again, Phicho?" Melisa asked. "How noble girls forced the slaves to plant trees, summon rain, and make sand for the munolothia stone," I replied. "And how is this stone made?" "I haven't seen it yet." #nostr #blog #dreams #dream #dervishblog

Dream 07/12/2026 "Give me a mug, pweawe" I said in a weakened voice. Melisa handed me a mug. I began collecting the blood in it. Then I found a saucepan in the kitchen, poured the blood into it, and began boiling it. From the boiling blood, I pulled out a metal horseshoe in the shape of the letter Omega; it fit entirely on my index finger. Then I tied the horseshoe to a string hanging from the ceiling and pulled it. Another door opened, revealing a mechanism: a hook that rotates with a cross-shaped gear inside a funnel, and a pair of keys hanging from the hook. Under the keys is a rectangular tank, with a lever on the side that pulls a N-shaped string and two wheels. I dropped one of the balls into the funnel, then the hook dropped the ring of keys onto the lever. Then the N-shaped cord twisted the large crosspiece on the right to the left, the crosspiece pushed a roll of tape, the tape rolled down and pushed a tray with a candle. The candle lit the thread, and then a pair of pliers fell from the ceiling. I used these pliers to return the large horseshoe to its normal appearance. "Can I boil the horwu in a boow?" I asked. "Yes, you can," Melisa replied. I boiled the horseshoe in boiling blood. It transformed from a half-rusted piece of metal into a snow-white, clean horseshoe, as if it were new. After that, my two front teeth grew back. "Okay. Well, psh. I cleaned the horshu. The first part of the munolofia ith done" I said. #nostr #blog #dreams #dream #dervishblog

Dream 07/11/2026 "I lit a lighter in the dark and found myself near the bridge that leads to the castle," I replied. "But the bridge is huge. How did you get to the castle gates?" Melisa asked. "I was big at first, walked into the castle, and met Antonio. Then I suddenly shrank. Antonio must have been playing a joke with the munolothia." "What munolothia? Is that some kind of magic you have?" Melisa asked. "Yes. Something like that," I replied. "Do you have it?" "Yes." "Can you teach me?" Melisa asked. "I'm afraid it will take 10 years at best. At worst, I'll have to have a child with the Great Munolothian, and I'm just a common Munolothian," I replied. "Can you teach me at least one spell? I don't need much." "Yes. For that, I need a horseshoe for aphids, Melisa," I replied. Melisa groped for the wooden wall where vegetables and churchkhela were hanging. The horseshoe disappeared behind them. Melisa pulled it out. "I need a hammer and an iron anvil," I asked. Melisa handed me the hammer and anvil. And I began bending the edges of the horseshoe so they faced in different directions. "What are you doing?" Melisa asked, alarmed. "What do you mean? You wanted me to teach you one of the Munolothia spells!" I replied, my voice tense. I curved the edges of the horseshoe so it resembled the capital Greek letter Omega. After that, the doors in the ceiling opened and a ton of metal balls rained down. It turned out that someone up there had constructed a rather intricate mechanism using a multitude of dominoes, grooves, cones, strings, wheels, and much more. After the balls rained down, a polka-like tune began playing. Meanwhile, my teeth started falling out. Three at a time. "Are you okay, Phicho?" Melisa asked worriedly. I couldn't answer. In the end, 15 of my teeth fell out. Then, blood started pouring from my mouth without stopping. #nostr #blog #dreams #dream #dervishblog

Dream 07/10/2026 I pressed the right button for the second top row of the hypertorinc, then the button to close the third top row, and then the big red button at the top. I shrank to the size of a cockroach, and the paving stones began to resemble small mountains. Around us, I saw a giant Claudius, Antonio, and that girl. I didn't know what to do next, so I walked toward one of the snags. At the base of this snag was a wide crevice, in which one of the ladybugs was nesting. "My name is Melisa," she greeted. "I've never seen such small people." "And I'm Phicho. Nice to meet you! Have you lived here long?" I asked. "Yes, I've been here for 10 years now. Come on, Phicho, let's have some tea. You look like a very tired traveler." I accepted her invitation and went into the house. Inside, it looked almost like the apartment of the guy from Nashville I met on my way from Costa Nueva to Gottam: two rooms, one with a spacious living room, board games, and a PC. The kitchen had cream-colored walls and a checkered tablecloth. Melissa invited me into the kitchen. "So, how do you like Lilia?" Melissa asked, making chocolate pudding. I was at a loss, unsure what to do; this was the first time I'd encountered this situation. "Well, it's an unusual place. Every stone is like a small mountain..." I replied. "That's all? How did you get here? I've never seen anyone like you in Lilia." #nostr #blog #dreams #dream #dervishblog

Dream 09/07/2026 Everything suddenly froze and solidified in foam. The slightest breeze and the soapy liquid were very noticeable. One of the soap bubbles, to avoid dying, began absorbing all the figures from the other bubbles, while remaining slender. In this way, it strengthened itself, prolonging its tiny life. However, each second of the bubble, by the standards of bubble reality, lasted a whole minute! - blblbbvvblbbbbvvbbvvvvblblvvblbbblblvvvvblbbbbbb - I asked. - blblvvblbbblblvvvvbbblblvvvvblblvvbbblbbvvbbvvvvbbblblbbvvblblbbbbvvblbbblblvvbbblbbvvbbbbvvvvbbblbbvvblblbbbbvvbbblblvvvvblbbvvbbblblbbvvblbbvvbbblbbblvvblvvblblbl - Claudius answered. - blbbblvvblbbblvvvvblblvvblbbblblvvvvbbbbbbvvblbbbbvvbbblvvvvbbblblbbvvbbblblbbvvbbblvvbbblbbbbvvbbbbvvvvblbbblvvbbblbbbbvvbbblblvvblbbbbvvbbbb - Antonius asked. - bbbbblvvvvblbbvvbbbbbbvvvvblbbvvblvvvvbbblblvvbbblbbvvblblvvbbvvblbbvvvvblbbbbvvbbbbvvblblblvvbl - Claudius shouted. That bubble kept growing and strengthening, dragging houses and living things along with it. One day, it grabbed the bubble figure of a girl in a medium-length skirt and a short bun on her head. - blbbvvbbvvbbvvbbvvbbvvbbvvbl - I ttried to cry. And the bubble kept gobbling and gobbling. It also gobbled up the children playing with the air cannon and the ball. Claudius demanded that the three of us hold on tight and suck in our stomachs to suck in air and broken bubble fragments. We formed a giant bubble spear and launched it toward the giant bubble. It burst, and we sucked in our stomachs again and collected the remains. Then Claudius pressed a button on his remote control, and everything returned to its anime-like appearance. However, instead of a sunny or cloudy day, there was a foggy grayness. Instead of living trees, there were dried-up snags. The fountain was deserted, the houses were dilapidated and boarded up, the castle gates were in disarray, and there was not a single person on the street. Except for the anime girl I met at the castle bridge, who turned out to be alive, albeit with pale skin and dark circles under her eyes. "Are you okay?" - I asked. "Yeaaaaa... Goooooooood.... Aaaaand what did youyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy?" - she answered. "I tested that brat Ficho and his snotty friend for strength, hee hee," Claudius chuckled. "Yeaaaaaaa? At theeeeeee coooooost ooooof liiiiife of caaaaastle? How aboooout fuuuuuuu..." - the anime girl sobbed tiredly. "So. It was worth it!" Claudius barked. "We'll return everything to the way it was, and even better." Claudius whispered something in my ear and handed me his hypertorinc. #nostr #blog #dreams #dream #dervishblog

Dream 07/07/2026 "Phicho, are you okay?" Antonio asked. "Y-yes..." I replied. "I was just blinded by the orange flash." "Ah, multi-hit. Okay, I won't ask you about that room." "Okay. What's this castle?" "It's Costa Mediana. A town at the crossroads between Costa Nueva and the villages of the East. It's a completely new route that doesn't go through Nashville." "What? Am I back on Realtopiasi Island?" I asked. "Yes, yes, yes," Antonio said smiling. "You're our favorite guest, you're already like our son..." Antonio gave me a chocolate fontique: this is like hot chocolate, only thicker and filling. And a couple of burgers with pork steak, cheese, and vegetables. I ate, and afterward, everything around me became clearer and brighter, though still anime-style. "I can give you a clue about that secret room in the castle..." Antonio began. "Your work on Munolothia algorithms helped us create it while you slept for five years in Costa Vivo Nueva's cottage in the east, which Ignatius gave you as a gift." "Ignatius..." I teared up and burst into tears. Antonio covered me with a blanket and hugged me. "Why are you crying?" Antonio asked. "...I haven't seen Ignatius in a long time and I miss him." I teared up. "Don't cry, Phicho. You've spoken to him many times before." Then a downpour began outside, a loud roar of thunder rumbled, a broad white lightning bolt struck in the middle of the street, and a flat black figure in a hat with white eyes appeared. During this time, the town lost power and communications. "Actually, I'm Claudius!" the black figure said menacingly. "Mister Chatyr's younger brother. Ignatius—that was my maiden name, back when Phicho was only 22, a naive scientist-adventurer from Greater Majarstan who managed to assume a half-cat form... Thank you, Ficho, for the munolothia, by the way! Thanks to your work and simulations on multilevel coupling and local divergence, I created the hypertorinc." Antonio looked at Claudius in surprise and froze. "Ah... Ah, what is that?" Antonio asked, frightened. "It's a device that makes traveling both in space and time much easier," Claudius said quickly but clearly. "I'm going to click on the second row from the top, and this entire castle will turn into bubble sculptures." "No! Please don't!" I screamed. "This is a very dull world." "And the bubble people don't think so; for them, every sneeze is your whole life," Claudius said. #nostr #blog #dreams #dream #dervishblog

Dream 07/05/2026 The anime girl and I carefully approached the castle gates, which were beginning to swing open. A soccer ball flew at us. It hit me in the head and I passed out. I saw colorful puzzle pieces all around me, shifting back and forth. Finally, a large puzzle came together, revealing a boy with black bob hair, a black and white scarf, and a green tunic, standing in the middle of a castle market. I woke up. "Welcome back, Phicho!" the boy said. "What kind of return? I'm a foreigner here," I countered. "Don't you remember how you wandered into the secret room on the ninth floor of the castle?" he asked. "Yes, I remember something like that. What's your name?" I asked. "Antonio." I'm retired artisan, just out for a walk after working on my Sinashima magic cards. And I know you, Phicho, you love to travel to distant islands, you're a seeker of adventures to your destination. And I've had my fill of these adventures for a long time... "So. What island?" I asked. "Don't you remember the spacious and diverse Costa Nueva, with its Caribbean beaches, yet romantic and modest? Don't you remember the lovely town of Nashville with its leafy streets, where every autistic dude had their own apartment? Don't you remember Gottam, which used to be a Las Vegas-style tourist town, but then became half-abandoned, foggy, and rainy? Don't you remember the conversation about the four grades of people? Don't you remember the trip to the Wild East? You did get carried away there, but they stopped you in time so you could become more savvy and prepared. Hee hee." I started having flashbacks to that island, even though I hadn't thought about it lately. Yes, it was fun, although the rats were quite a nuisance in the East. "Yes, I remember that adventure. The Easterners thanked me for it," I said. "Do you know how you got into that secret room on the ninth floor of the castle?" Antonio asked. #nostr #blog #dreams #dream #dervishblog

Dream 04/07/2026 But I could still feel myself, even though it was dark. I dug through my pockets and found a lighter. I lit it, and a blurry landscape appeared around me. A few moments later, an anime girl approached me: she was wearing a white dress with blue embroidery and blue heels. She had light skin, light-brown hair, and yellowish eyes. She invited me to swing on the swing. Then I saw from the side how the two of us were swinging, and the background around us became clearer: a green valley with a stream, and in the distance, a gray castle with red conical towers. We accelerated on the swing so fast that we were able to fly in the direction of the castle. However, as we were flying, we hit an invisible wall in the middle of the bridge and fell, bleeding from our noses. The girl quickly healed the wound with a touch of her hands, which erupted in a blue flash. She lifted me from the bridge and said, "Now, take this sword and come with me!" "The sword" was a medium blade, but she had a real sword. She led me by the hand and we walked toward the castle gates. #nostr #blog #dreams #dream #dervishblog

Dream 03/07/2026 "Phicho, come in!" said the physics teacher. The Theory of Relativity equations were chalked on the board, and an electric arc stood on the table. I pulled out my book and notebook and sat down. "You won't need that today. I have something more interesting," the physics teacher pointed to the arc. We pressed buttons on the arc, and behind them, a lever changed. This arc is unusual: it generates miniature replicas of stars. At one point, the lever jerked so hard that a large orange star collapsed into a neutron star, spewing hot sprays of particles around itself. Then the lever was pulled further, and the neutron star collapsed into a black hole, which disintegrated and sucked me in. Damn, how do I remember this? Could Lavesin really be playing a joke again, like with that clown in the math room? #nostr #blog #dreams #dream #dervishblog

Dream 02/07/2026 "I want to play a game with you," said the creatures with dreads. Then it pulled out a black belt, slapped it, and headed toward me. I, frozen in horror, started walking backwards, not looking back. At some point, I turned around and started running away from this creature. But it didn't even chase me: it took off its costume and revealed itself to be a clown in a yellow and red suit. Then a pop-song named "Everything Will Be Fine" started playing, and I danced with this clown in front of the camera. After the dance, the yellow logo of some restaurant on a red background filled the screen. It turns out I'd been sitting in that room with dust and broken windows the whole time, the one at the station with the stuffed train. I was watching a CRT TV, tied to a chair by that same shadowy black man. He spoke: "My name is Lavesin. I know you like riddles, but you need to eat too." And I sat there, stunned, unsure what to say. "This restaurant also makes samasa. It costs 1,100 simicos, but its taste and nutritional value are twice as good as the one your math teacher bought." "Who the f*ck are you? Why did you tie me up?" I replied. "I already told you: Lavesin," he replied, pausing. "Didn't you figure it out?" I took a deep breath and replied: "Okay. Don't tell me any riddles. The whole place is mysterious." "And you think about it. Why and how did you come into this room?" Lavesin replied. I remembered the light coming from the room and how it, along with the voices, had weighed on me on the way there, but I decided not to mention those details. "Well, I got off the train and onto the platform and found the entrance to an interesting room that led to medieval castles. Well, that's it." "What if there was something in that room that could kill you?" Lavesin asked, his voice lowering. "So there are no more exits from the platform." "Yes, there are. Let me untie you and let's go. But first, please give me 200 simicos. I need to recharge my seven-stream hypertorinc." "What's that?" I asked. "It's a thing for high-quality communication with reality. You'll see later," Lavesin said. Lavesin untied my hands. I dug through my pockets and gave him 200 simicos. Then he untied me completely. "Okay." "We'll find the nearest payment terminal, I'll pay for the hypertorinc, and we'll figure out how to get out of here," Lavesin said. "But we can just use bedsheets through the window, right?" I asked. "Where do you see bedsheets around here, enough to get you down from the ninth floor without tearing them and hurting yourself?" Lavesin asked menacingly. "Okay." I carefully got up from my chair and followed Lavesin to the other end of the platform, to the payment terminal. "And how did you get here?" I asked Lavesin. "It's a long and complicated story. If I told you, you'd crumble to dust. You can trust me — I'm a good guy. You just walked into the room once, heh," he sneered. "Better tell me how you got here." "Nothing special." "I was just riding a train through the green mountains, got off, and it turned out to be a plush train on a short platform," I replied. "Why were you crying then?" "Because I thought there were real people on it." "But the train turned out to be plush," Lavesin trolled. "Yes. But... There was something there that was really important to me..." I replied. "Yes, I know. I just wanted to make sure my judgment was correct." We reached the payment terminal, paid for the hypertorinc, and Lavesin activated it. The hypertorinc is a device similar to a smartphone, but thick, with a small zinc-plated antenna. When activated, it displayed a 3D hologram of the platform. "Is that all?" I asked. "Wait. Press these two buttons." Lavesin pointed to the arrow buttons at the top. I pressed them, and the platform's hologram came to life: everything moved forward or backward, depending on which button I pressed. "And now those two buttons," Lavesin said. I pressed them. But nothing visible happened. "And pay attention to the blue indicator," Lavesin said. Yes, it was changing. But I couldn't figure out its connection to the hologram, so I decided to press the higher buttons. "Uh... Don't touch those buttons under any circumstances!" Lavesin warned. "And you don't have the strength for them yet, heh." "But can I press the lower buttons then?" I asked. "Yes. In fact, you should." I pressed those same arrow buttons again, but after the blue indicator changed. So the hologram began to come to life in ways I hadn't seen before: it showed me not just walking toward the door to the abandoned room, but also crafting a gun from a steel pipe and a rag. And then I walked toward the door. "Well then. Let's do that and go back to that room," said Lavesin. "Oh, wait." Lavesin presses the last top row of wondrous buttons, changing the white indicator. After that, a white flash blinds me, and I find myself at the entrance to a three-story stone building. I walk to his building and go inside. It turns out I rent an apartment in this building. I go in, dump my things in there, and head back. I walk down a dark hallway. In one of the offices, a physics teacher from my old school calls out to me. The office itself is lit by only one lamp. #nostr #blog #dreams #dream #dervishblog

Dream 01/07/2026 "What are you trying to tell us?" the student asked. "Quiet!" the teacher exclaimed. "I'm asking the questions here." So there was some lecture on graphs. The teacher mumbled something, and the teenagers sat frozen. Then everyone started leaving the classroom one by one, and the teacher ignored them. I was left alone. He came up to me — his name was Zhova, by the way. Zhova said to me: - Let me show you something on the computer. So I went up to the teacher's desk and looked at the monitor. There was a black-and-white webcam screen: it showed an empty school hallway, where I was standing alone and crying. I started crying too. - Why are you crying, my friend? - said Zhova. - Take these 200 Simicos. - Why? - I asked. - Don't ask why. Just take them. Well, I took these simicos. - I have to go! - Zhova said goodbye. I was left alone in the classroom. I looked in the locker under the teacher's desk and found a note that said, "You're a fucking idiot, bro, may you rest in peace!". Meanwhile, on the webcam, some teenager approached me and started trading something. After the trade, the crowd of teenagers came back into the same hallway and started dancing. Meanwhile, the image on the webcam darkened, and only dancing white silhouettes were clearly visible. And outside the classroom, rain and thunderstorms began. Something ugly with black dreads, a carrot-shaped nose, black eyes with red irises, a pale face, and a dirty gray-brown rag resembling a dress slowly entered the classroom. It said: - Well? Are you going to pay back the debt? I started screaming in horror and froze. #nostr #blog #dreams #dream #dervishblog

Dream 06/30/2026 I closed the cloth symbol book at the moment of execution, which was clearly visible after I stared intently at its page for several minutes. I was about to put the book under the floor of that narrow room, but a dark figure looked back at me, and I dropped the book in fear. It opened to a random page, after which I saw a blinding flash of white light all around me. Then I found myself on a street among linden trees and small low-rise buildings. I went into a small shop with a triangular roof made of iron walls. It looked like an ordinary grocery store, but inside they also sold nut candies, wooden sticks with cylindrical metal tips, and books in an unknown syllabic script. I bought the candies, the stick, and the small book, all for 10,000 simicos. Then I noticed an iron door, like a utility room, and watched it closely. A minute later, it swung open, revealing a school hallway. Students were running out into the street, and I walked toward this hallway. Well, a typical hallway of 20th century school with green and white walls and brown linoleum floors. Diamond-patterned plaques with memos and black-and-white photographs covered the walls. I followed this hallway to a brown wooden door with square patterns, then pressed my ear to it: it was quiet behind it. But my observation was immediately interrupted by the teacher opening the door: "Come in!" he said. Hm, strange. I shrugged and walked in. The bell rang, and students jostled each other, chaotically taking their places at their desks. I was given a seat at the second desk in the second row, which jutted out a bit beyond the desk. The students began chattering, and one of them said more clearly: "...and now there's an economic crisis in Rickland." I paused briefly, sighed, and answered confidently in a loud voice: "There's an economic crisis everywhere in the world right now." The class immediately fell silent and everyone stared at me. This, incidentally, was math class. #nostr #blog #dreams #dream #dervishblog

Dream 06/28/2026: I looked around the platform with its gray walls and water pipes. I noticed an open door at the end of the platform, from which a very bright light emanated. I walked toward the door, but very carefully, because it emanated a powerful energy. Every step felt heavier and heavier, and behind me I could hear whispers, laughter, and strange footsteps. Overall, it created an oppressive atmosphere. But I finally reached the door, and the light emanating from it was merely the reflection of a sunny day from a narrow room with a very high ceiling and a window in the ceiling. The room itself consisted of this room and a wider one, with broken old wooden windows and peeling nightstands. The room created an oppressive impression, and I wanted to leave. But the wind rattled the iron front door, and opening it was a great torment. I decided to explore the larger room further. There was nothing in it but the rubble, and the window looked out onto a street lined with abandoned 16th-century castles. It was impossible to simply exit the window because the room was several floors above ground. So I went back and tried to pick the iron door's lock, but it was no use. Meanwhile, I heard footsteps in the room. I turned around and went into the narrow room, but no one was there. However, when I went into the narrow room to take a leak, I heard the iron hatch bend beneath me. It was a square, unclosed door. I began to slowly open it: maybe that's where the footsteps were coming from... But underneath the hatch was just an old book, and the "cellar" itself was very narrow. It was a book with a chipboard cover, no title, no pictures. I carefully opened it, and inside were only multicolored cloth pages, sewn with various coats of arms and symbols made of gold, copper, iron, and colored stones. When I opened one such page long enough, the book began to make a sound, gradually increasing in volume and clarity. One of the pages, featuring a Christian cross, told the story of Jesus Christ: what kind of man he was, what kind of life he led, and what mark he left on history. #nostr #blog #dreams #dervishblog

Dream 06/27/2026: I found myself on a train and rode for several days. From the window, I saw natural landscapes like green mountains. I even opened the windows — it was all real. My mother and a math teacher from the school where I studied, were riding with me in the car. The carriage was full of devastated faces, although it was summer, it was cool outside, they should be happy. At some point, the math teacher started to exit the carriage, having previously tried to buy samasa inside. - Try this samasa. -How much is it? - 2,000 simicos. - Thanks! I don't need one. The math teacher went to another stall and bought a samasa for 900 simicos. Then she exited the carriage. I waited for the next stop. From there, I stepped out onto a platform surrounded by gray walls and water pipes. The carriage itself was parked on a short railway line. The train stopped on the platform for a short time, then continued on its way. "Mom!" I screamed. The train jumped off the rails and fell on its side. I burst into tears and carefully approached the carriage. The carriage turned out to be plush, with plush people inside. #nostr #dreams