A Dream I had a dream that somewhere on the earth, on adust, stony deserted place, there stood very ancient tower. It is made of  the stone which has turned white from time. Its diameter at the basis is huge, approximately 100km. This Tower is so enormous and high, that  even mountains seem hardly appreciable ledges near to it. It is the Tower – a country, the Tower – a planet. The whole cities are located inside of it. Its bottom tier leads one life with the Earth. The people living on the Earth, often visit the bottom tier, and the people who live in the bottom tier of the Tower, often visit the Earth and bury there their deceased. In my dream, when I was there, just on a ramp the magnificent funeral procession shined with a blazing sun descended to the Earth. Someone who was with me (?), has told to me to look at it, but I did not wish to see the deceased and have refused. But nevertheless, by the lateral sight I have noticed – all people walking  in a procession, were dressed in white clothes. Then I have seen this Tower from outside, on a small distance from myself. I began to rise, moving by air along it all above and above. And I have seen the second tier, the third, and it was already very high, and everywhere there were people, there was a life. Each tier was a sort of the state or a city, and the higher a tier, the more ancient a civilization. While moving, I have found out, or talking more truly, the knowledge, understanding, how this grandiose structure is arranged has come. The bottom tiers have the communication with the Earth, and among themselves as well. Those settlements that are located at the level of clouds, know about the Earth a little, almost never visit it. And still above, there live people who know about the Earth as they see it, when there is no clouds, but never visit  it. Still above, where the air is icy and rarefied and you hardly can breathe, and the sun intolerably-burning, there live the most ancient civilizations which have no concept not only about the earth existence, but also do not know that there are still bottom and top tiers of the Tower. This knowledge is not necessary for them. They are dressed in white chlamyses and burnouses, they have their classical language, the unprecedented, titanic architecture … As though it is the World which has sunk into the past, there is the other time, the other epoch. I have looked above – the Tower extended in dense-dark blue sky as it is seen from a plane window. I have not risked to rise above as it was not allowed! And the Tower end was not visible, it went into the space, piercing a stratosphere, and further, above, there was a life.