в начале было слово. и слово было в творительном падеже
....last night I dreamt a fable, here goes:
"A snail enters a train. He thinks, oh my god, how many people, it takes ages to reach my destination. maybe if I block everyone I'll get there faster, cos then the driver will see that no passengers are getting off, so he can think of heading to the final destination straight away.
And since the snail was (a) gigantic and (b) slimy, it did the trick. All the passengers got intimidated by the sight of the Snail blocking their way and stayed in the car. But the driver kept stopping at the stations anyway, which got the snail partly upset.
Then one of the passengers, a priest in a black coat and a hat approached the slimalicious creature for a small talk. The Snail was very pleased at his initiative, because he started to get bored along the way. So the Snail inquired: "How old are you, my man?" The priest, completely stupefied by such indiscretion answered so: "Well, if I don't die in ten years, I'll consider myself a lucky man." The Snail thought this over this for a moment and said: "Well then, you must be 4 years old."
And then I woke up.
I know you might think I'm making it up on spot. But I really DREAMED of it! It was such a consistent and coherent dream that I was shocked that one could get it while one's brain is sort of in a frozen condition>
But i really could see the snail of a man's hight and that puny little priest. so weird.)
hope you enjoyed it does it make sense?
"A snail enters a train. He thinks, oh my god, how many people, it takes ages to reach my destination. maybe if I block everyone I'll get there faster, cos then the driver will see that no passengers are getting off, so he can think of heading to the final destination straight away.
And since the snail was (a) gigantic and (b) slimy, it did the trick. All the passengers got intimidated by the sight of the Snail blocking their way and stayed in the car. But the driver kept stopping at the stations anyway, which got the snail partly upset.
Then one of the passengers, a priest in a black coat and a hat approached the slimalicious creature for a small talk. The Snail was very pleased at his initiative, because he started to get bored along the way. So the Snail inquired: "How old are you, my man?" The priest, completely stupefied by such indiscretion answered so: "Well, if I don't die in ten years, I'll consider myself a lucky man." The Snail thought this over this for a moment and said: "Well then, you must be 4 years old."
And then I woke up.
I know you might think I'm making it up on spot. But I really DREAMED of it! It was such a consistent and coherent dream that I was shocked that one could get it while one's brain is sort of in a frozen condition>
But i really could see the snail of a man's hight and that puny little priest. so weird.)hope you enjoyed it
does it make sense?