Обнимашечный наркоманко. ^_^
I was sleeping and I saw a dream. My friend and his child. High in the mountains. I couldn't touch them. But I could smoke them. I smoked them through the birch tree stick. And I saw dream into a dream... We spoke. It was long, long talk. About... Everything? Don't remember... The child was talking too. He told me a lot of things about this strange world. That tis not fierce, tis just a way... And I woke up. There was a smell of justbaked bread.