“Being young and strong, even in a dream, is not bad in itself, but the scale of the action worried me. I remembered very well what ordinary dreams are like with fantastic intertwining plot lines, unclear outlines of scenery, fragments of phrases and an unpredictable course of events. The last time I saw dreams like this was before the war. But then one day, ten years ago, dreams turned from a subconscious jumble into some kind of personal television series about a superhero. Moreover, the sensations and images seemed so clear and tangible that it took a lot of work to convince oneself of their unreliability. The invincible protagonist lived his own eventful life. He spied, fought, played, flirted, fired back, evaded pursuit and had absolutely no doubt about the reality of the world around him. Every time I fell asleep, he began a new day, full of action, intrigue and adventure...”