I open the door, walk into the apartment, turn to the mirror, and try to see myself. Unsuccessfully. I'm thirsty. I go to the kitchen, open the refrigerator, take out "Good Juice," and drink, drink, drink, but I can't get enough. I put the juice on the table, take off my t-shirt, put it on a chair, and go out to the balcony. I stand on the balcony and feel that something is wrong, it's weird... I light a cigarette. I realize I'M NOT AT HOME!!! I DON'T SMOKE!!! I LIVE IN A PRIVATE HOUSE!!!
-Vitaly... Vitaly! What's wrong with you!?
I turn around, and some disheveled, frightened girl is staring at me, saying something... I tried to make her out, but I couldn't.
I wake up to my mother's scream, and I have to go to school(((
Six years have passed, and I met Marina. I'm living with her now in a rented apartment, and I've started smoking. The situation is 1-to-1 like in the dream (Marina's morning hair is exactly the same). The situation from the dream happened a month after we met, right here in the apartment... It was intense.
Now I have a different attitude towards dreams. In general, I've noticed that there are no coincidences in life, there just aren't.