I'm afraid of my dreams. Especially the bad ones. They have a way of coming true. And I see the images so clearly and vividly. I understand what they mean. Maybe it's because of my childhood fears that carried into adulthood, maybe it's intuition, but my dreams are prophetic. I always worried deeply about my parents. I don't know why. I just had this uneasy feeling. About my father — since childhood I kept having the same dream: his head separating from his body and rolling down the stairs to my feet. And there I was, a little girl, standing and crying for my dad. Later, my parents divorced. My mother... always the same dream. I see her in our old apartment, the one we moved out of many, many years ago. But the dream keeps taking me back there... Mom is alone... she opens the door of that old apartment for me, and I ask her: "Mom! Why are you here?!" And yes... my mom is alone. I dreamed of a war (I won't say which one)... several years before it started. I walk out onto the porch, and the ground all around is burning, the rose bushes are burning... And I go back inside and tell my family — there's going to be a war.