Мне снова снится море. Это повторяющийся сон, как...

I dream about the sea again. This is a repeating dream, like with a door that you can’t close, because someone on the other hand pulls it toward you. So it is with the sea. It approaches everything, swallows everything around, leaving me on a small island of land in the middle of boundless calm water. There is no punkia in these dreams, there is only surprise to other people who are trying to escape from the elements. And I, like Peter, stand and look into the distance. Now with someone, then alone.