Fyodor Dostoevsky. Idiot (№ 239837)

Why awaken from the dream and is going into reality, you feel almost every time, and sometimes with extraordinary power of impression that you leave along with sleep is something unsolved for you? You grinning at the absurdity of your dream and feel at the same time that the interweaving of these absurdities is a thought, but the idea is valid, something belonging to your true life, something that exists and always existed in your heart; like you were told in your dream something new, prophetic, that you expect; an impression so strong, it's joyful or painful, but what is it and what was said to you - all of this you can neither understand nor remember.