I dreamed that I was walking with a friend in the woods and collecting raspberries. Suddenly, a friend stops me abruptly, offers not to make noise and points to the clearing. "You see," he says, "sponsors are flying. Do not Scare. " I looked carefully: indeed, over the flowers and herbs fly men of 20-25 years and smile at us. One saw older - 30 years. My girlfriend began to show me how to sponsor sponsors: fell on the grass and began to ride, as often do on the street cats. Sponsors immediately revived, and one of them, and then the second flew to her and sat on his shoulder. I decided not to lag behind, and I also rode a little on the ground. But I was afraid of sponsors, and I began to sneak behind them and grab at the legs. They were thin and torn off. I caught one all the same. But no matter how twisted, she did not understand why he told me. And I woke up.