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I love a dream. Or not even, you know, not a dream, but a dime - the condition in which you seem to swim up mentally up, letting go of yourself, feeling such lightness. The ephemeral of thoughts is magnificent, by God, no change of activity allows you to relax so much and fly up your head, leaving the body heavy, heavy from problems and fatigue.

Usually, the drain falls on us when there is no time for a full sleep, and the brains whipped with a mixer from an endless mental stream need rest. We thump on the bed, sighing heavily. Someone manages to put an alarm or a timer so as not to miss the moment when it will be necessary to return to reality back. And so, hiding in a terry blanket, you go to bed comfortable and ...

... Fly. Up, to where everything is allowed. At first, thoughts, similar to oat mugles with nuts and raisins, do not silent, continuing to rustle in an inner voice. But the body is relaxed-Mushels subside, there is a strange, but logical chain that leads an eternally tense mind somewhere far-oh, to where there are no boundaries. You can be captured by those very subtle desires, fears, enveloping and directing further into thought. You sleep and at the same time do not sleep - you will doze off, feeling inside yourself, as you are in consciousness. A conscious dream, of course, did not stand nearby, although one way or another your whipped cream instead of the brains fall into place. The trill on the smartphone sounds, the eyes open slowly. It comes to you that all this was only a nap, a flight of imagination or the work of imagination. Time to go back to stuffy reality, return the severity of the cargo from problems back to the shoulders and move on.

However, this condition costs all this. Sometimes the dream is too valuable for people with a small amount of time, and a nap is a great way to relieve stress. Well, or just shake the cockroaches in your head.