It turns out that if you drink too much in a bar in the evening, you can wake up in another world, surrounded by a bunch of rotten corpses. This happened to me too, although I get the feeling that the bar had nothing to do with it. But I like the local world, there are elves here who consider themselves people. There is magic based on dreams, and local magicians are called catchers. Yes, in this world, dreams are not just dreams. It’s just a pity that the local emperor wants to disassemble me into organs, and this is the least of the problems. But I got a magical pet that looks like a stingray. And here there are whales swimming through the air. There are three moons in the sky, and the fourth is green. I was advised to wait at the local dream academy and at the same time also become a catcher. One problem. To become a dream catcher, you need to see them, but I have insomnia and haven’t seen any dreams for a long time.