BLAST WAVE. WHERE IS MY LITTLE HORSE? 

BLAST WAVE. WHERE IS MY LITTLE HORSE? 

I had a dream that I bought a little, living, Barbie-sized horse from an old lady in the street (the same way you buy apples or flowers). The horse was very smooth and delicate, with the softest fur. It was dark brown with a black mane. But as soon as I brought it home, it ran off somewhere and I couldn’t find it. Looking for the horse, I went down to the entrance hall and then went outside and saw little airplanes flying on the horizon. They looked like biplanes with square wings. One of them was falling from the sky right where the city gasworks are, and I was terrified, thinking where to run. The entire sky was on fire where the plane crashed, and although I was quite far away, the wave of fire was spreading quickly across the sky and the earth and there was fire on the other side of me, too. I ran between the flames breathing through my sweater, which I had taken off. I found myself in a wet pine forest, completely naked apart from my shoes. I continued to run deeper into the forest as it started to rain. Three guys in carnival costumes with painted faces were coming towards me. I apologized for being naked to one of them and just laughed as I passed the other two. Meanwhile, the rain fell harder and extinguished the fire. I walked out of the forest and went home to look for my little horse. After waking up and sharing my dream on social media, I found out that an oil refinery in the Kapotnya district of Moscow caught fire the same day.

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