Dreams.

I had an amazing dream. The band "Aria" came to our city and, for some reason, decided to stay at my house. They had a party, with empty wine bottles and electric guitars scattered around, and some old cassette tapes. Even Kipelov was there, along with my grandmother. We started talking, and I told them that I was a big fan of their music. It was a bit strange, because I had only heard about two or three of their songs. Then one of them asked, "What did you name your second child?" I said, "Second child? I don't even have a first child." I felt so embarrassed in front of these guys that I woke up.