Denis Dragunsky writes sincerely, but this is his most frank book, a bold literary and human experiment. For a whole year he slept with a notebook under his pillow, writing down his dreams in the middle of the night or early in the morning. Without crossing out anything, without adding anything, without embellishing anything. Salvador Dali painted his dreams - the result is known. Diaries are a long-standing literary genre. Denis Dragunsky begins a new genre - night diaries, or more precisely, “night lights”, dream diaries. How can we explain the emergence of this genre? An attempt to understand what lives in the unconscious? The desire to connect rationality with illogicality? The desire to break through to where strict gatekeepers do not allow - Shame, Awkwardness, Oblivion, Conventions? Every day, the same thing happens to you, reader. You close your eyes and see your dream. Watch it to the end and try to understand - what kind of message are you receiving?