We dare to be the people such as we are only in our dreams.When are we real ? In our waking hours or when we sleep?

What is our normal condition? When are we close to God?
What predominates in our nature – our dreams or all that we have outlasted?  Can we make a mixture of them?Why in all languages except Bulgarian the word “dream” means «a succession of images, thoughts, or emotions passing through the mind during sleep » and « a vision voluntarily indulged in while awake; daydream; reverie » ?
Is the Death a kind of revival from the dream called « life »?

Two people dream of each other. The « distance » between them is only 100 years. The boy lives 100 years late than the girl. In spite of all they will meet... You’ll see how it will happen.

You’ll see also a flock of books ; squares ; some people who put the boundaries on all; you’ll meet Stamat Clooney and George Petrov...

I say, it’s a dream.

To be the audience of theatre performance is also a kind of collective dream...

Tedy Moskov
For adults