Dream

Мир Вам! Смотрите видео на Peace be with you! Watch the video on Peace be upon you! The air itself seemed to bear a word inscribed as if by an invisible hand in bright red paint. I stared intently — though "staring" in a dream feels paradoxical — and gradually realized the word was "Bogoroditsa" (Virgen Mary, Mother of God). Just as in waking life, when we recognize familiar words whole rather than letter by letter, it appeared written in Church Slavonic script. Doubting my eyes, I focused on the illuminated letters, but they began to dissolve and vanish. Lost in thought within the dream — if such a phrase applies — I suddenly beheld a vivid scene of a summer day. A vast, light-green meadow stretched out, bordered by a dark-green forest rustling softly in the distance. On the horizon, a shimmering blue sea likely murmured, while cheerful, bright-blue clouds of every hue raced across the sky. Birds sang joyfully, butterflies fluttered in vibrant colors, and grasshoppers chirped in chorus. The air carried the scent of freshly cut hay, wildflowers, and the crisp freshness after rain. Far off, a small rainbow arched delicately. Across this paradise, carefree children dashed, laughing and shouting as they played. For a time, I observed the scene as a detached spectator. But as I began to focus on details, a powerful, commanding female voice rang out beside me. I didn’t dare look up. I sensed it was connected to what I’d seen earlier — the presence of the "Bogoroditsa"...