Our dreams - is not only exciting "cinema", watching where we spend a third of life, but also a sure way to find a land of dreams plunged schaste.V Natalia Starostin

Once in a dream I had grown wings. True, true. Big, blue and quite neobschipannye. I flew them to Japan. I remember: Osaka, sushi, dragons, sakura, and samurai, and most importantly - a sense of boundless happiness and a long-awaited vacation.Did not want to wake up.

At that time I really thought about where to spend your vacation, and just clutched at the sleepy "omen." The next day, I ran headlong into travel agencies and all night persuading her boyfriend to doroguschy tour. And as a result ... we twice denied a visa, half the money spent on hotel and tickets, we've lost, I quarreled with her beloved, and in desperation had a holiday in Turkey hateful. Returned evil, but tanned.And the worst thing was no one to blame.

Since then, I do not believe in dreams: not bad, not good either. They maliciously discredit the reality, make it a romantic turmoil and in every way knocked off track. "Nonsense, all of this!" - Categorically I say to friends, trying to find hidden meaning in the nighttime fantasies.

For our December issue I got a chance to tell the truth about dreams. It turns out they are not stupid, very manageable and they have a lot of magic that eludes scientists. Why do we sleep?What dreams we dream? And that means growing wings and flying to Japan?