In my dream, I found myself at the cottage. I had a big, thick magazine in front of me — almost like a book — with colourful illustrations. Its pages included images of houses and architecture, paintings by artists, patterns, graphic forms, and color experiments. At some point, I realized that I was sleeping. Having realized this, I didn't go anywhere or change anything around me; it became interesting for me to just watch. I kept flipping through the magazine page after page, looking at the images with enthusiasm. The detail was amazing. The lines are smooth, clear, as if printed with perfect accuracy. A variety of artistic forms appeared on the pages: zigzag, wavy, round, square, abstract and geometric compositions. I was especially fascinated by the very moment the image appeared. I bent the corner of the page slightly before the page was turned over and saw a fragment of the following illustration. Then he expanded the page completely, and the image logically continued to open up further, without changes or distortions, as if it were happening in physical reality. I expected to see the usual artifacts of sleep: instability, floating shapes, changes in the image right during observation, any visual inconsistencies. But instead, everything seemed surprisingly consistent and stable. It was this precision and continuity that created a strong sense of realism, despite the fact that I clearly understood that this was a dream. However, there were minor failures. For example, one of the pages might be completely empty. Or the image had a frame, but the image itself wasn't inside. Sometimes, instead of a full illustration, there was only a hint of it—an outline or an empty structure.