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I love to talk about the prophetic and lucid dreams, despite the fact that usually do not remember much of what I dream, and suffer from insomnia. Several times I dreamed prophetic dreams, often - lucid. More often, I do not attach their dreams of some significance. For me, an ordinary or anything meaningless dream - a fast frame-pictures and zero emotion, wake up with ease and can not remember the dream. But when a dream is a strong emotional impression that lasts long after waking up, it means something ... Today I had a dream, one of these - especially the emotional ...
A dark room, everything seemed fuzzy, blurry, as if out of focus. I keep the camera, I look through the lens at the same time, just look at what is happening ... There is a certain sense of restraint, as if I were at one point and I can not move, movement and actions are restrained. I think I'm in the rather large room, it was poorly lit spotlights and software, basic colors - black, red, slightly yellow. Red lot, around the muted black, it is soft and enveloping. Maybe it's just photo shoot, perhaps the song ... I see Olga Posohovu, she sits on a high chair (almost all as it was in the recording studio), Olya posing for the camera Anya Alexander Ivanovich ... I like a little away, photographing the process ...
See photos on the screen the camera and the pictures, Michael Jackson, translucent like a ghost, but he ... And such an energy, a powerful, heavy, akin to some kind of regret and sadness, the emptiness and loneliness - despair ... I'm showing all the pictures, everyone can see Michael and no one is not surprised that everything was quiet and slightly tense, all again in dominant reds ... From the sound - the silence, the distant sound of one of the songs of Michael (I think, Black & White), and noise resembling the roar of fans and stadium fans. And in the end ...
