EVENTFUL DREAM OF MANY THINGS

 Dans Paris, daytime, sandy beach, sand shouldnt touch water, sand waterphobic, but gets grey if too much time with water, going on a ride with a group of men, a Cold Tunnel thats very short, then back. I built a spiral staircase tower. Minecraft. FPS - koh, I am not much of a sharpshooter but I get gold, I am the last man standing, i watch the screen and the results. I stand on my knees on my bed in the direction opposite to the one in the Good Dream where i was writing in the Good Notebook, im not praying but maybe. I look up - its high, the ceiling is so high its invisible and dark, i ponder the stairs. I stand by the (выпь) thats small and toyish and dry. Then its to my left, big, human sized, but still not much alive. I go out of My Roo (different), A bookcase/wardrobe training machine of the same looking parts as the bed ive slept on in the 11th grade (some K reference and K abuser reference?), We finally are moving it to ...Spalnya!, a big change from when it was occupying the hall (wow it was in the hall!), thinking about it being in my room. But its YAY in spalnya, much more managable. Back to my the entrance of my room. Baranova is Vyip! I think about feeding her. I recall how they eat (straight neck, full fish), and i part the turkey breast. I offer it to her. Mom is there, and some one else. Grampa? Feed - who tells me to feed her? I do. I extend my arm and put a dryish part of turkey with fibers like those of a tree, in her mouth, worrying about them getting stuck/hurting her. bc maybe i needed to put them in other direction. But in nature they dont do it? that way? or do they. She laughs nervously as she is eating it. Giggles not too easily. But I give her the second and its much better, its now OK and normal, she is OK