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After the protagonist, Ruslan, had defeated evil, it seemed that all his trials were behind him—until he began to have a very strange dream. In the dream, he would see a beautiful young woman and talk with her pleasantly, but then, suddenly, he would begin to strangle her. Every time this happened, Ruslan would wake up in a cold sweat. He could not understand who this mysterious woman was, appearing in his dreams almost every night, or why he felt compelled to kill her. It was an inexplicable phenomenon that no one could explain but Ruslan himself. Yet, the answers could only be found in the trials that lay ahead of him.
Рахат Ягшимырадов - A Lucid Dream. The Wrath of Havra
The Beautiful Stranger
A lot of time had passed since Ruslan had regained his sight. Rimma had married Ibrahim, but despite that, Ruslan was happy. On that fateful day, he had not only begun to see again, but had also found the most precious person in his life — his mother, Maya, who gave him the strength to keep going.
Days went by one after another. Ruslan grew older and wiser, while Maya, on the contrary, aged and weakened. Her eyesight was fading, getting worse with each passing day. Old age is no joy. It pained Ruslan to watch his mother gradually lose her vision, but there was nothing he could do. Nature was taking its course, and all that was left was to accept it.
After regaining his vision, Ruslan began having strange dreams. In one of them, he met a girl he didn’t know. She was so beautiful that his heart ached with wonder. Her image captivated him, awakening feelings he couldn’t explain. The dream repeated every night, and Ruslan became more and more attached to the mysterious beauty.
But one night, something changed. In the same dream, filled with tenderness and awe, he suddenly began to strangle her. Waking up drenched in cold sweat, he couldn’t believe what he had done. The dream returned the next few nights, but it never went any further. Each time, the moment his hands touched her neck, he would wake up in fear and panic.
Who was she? Why did he want to kill her? These questions haunted him. He thought about her day and night — her image wouldn't leave him, even when he was awake.
One day, lost in thought, Ruslan didn’t notice when he bumped into some passersby. It was only when he heard their voices that he came back to his senses:
“Excuse me! Please, forgive me!”
But to his amazement, the people he had bumped into also began apologizing. Ruslan looked closely at their faces… Their features seemed familiar! His heart started racing. Rimma. Ibrahim. They didn’t recognize him! They just kept walking. Ruslan froze, then gathered his courage and called out:
“Rimma?”
The couple stopped and turned around. It really was them. Confusion showed in their eyes.
“You don’t recognize me?” Ruslan smiled. “It’s me — Ruslan!”
The woman squinted at him, furrowing her brow as if trying to recall something long forgotten. Then her eyes suddenly widened and she gasped:
“Ruslan! How could I not recognize you!”
They started talking, and Rimma and Ibrahim invited him to their home nearby. Ruslan gladly accepted the invitation. Over a cup of tea, the conversation continued.
“It’s so cozy here. Have you lived here long?”
