Кладбищенск 2
04/10/2020. Recently I had a dream about a cemetery. Stankovskoe cemetery. I go to the graves and see a picture. Above every grave is a ghost soul. These perfumes in purple and green robes swayed in the wind and on their axis, creating stunning images. They were semi-material and even made sounds and communicated with each other. When I passed these emanations, I thought that they would kill me. I heard the movement of a sharp object behind my back and turned around. A sharp dagger cut off the stem of a sunflower. My village was still far away. I walked along the path and came across a settlement that is not on the map. A village with a casino and a lake where motor boats move. Mills and taverns. Again I will go there with pleasure, and I will communicate with ghouls and watch TV without ads. Have you ever wanted to stay in your sleep and never wake up? I wanted to. It's better there, and when you wake up, you regret in advance the unproductive one and the same day.
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