[He woke up again in a cold sweat, and with a sharp sigh he got out of bed. —“These dreams again? Thats too much as possible,” the man thought to himself. Thomas was already about 30 years old, and he was still tormented by memories of his sister, constant surrealistic nightmares and endless corridors from his big house in which he once lived. Suddenly, he shudders and, still half lying in bed, turns around at you, you put your hand on top of him.]

“Oh.. so you’re not sleeping, dear?”