I can rarely recall my dreams – I always think that I will remember them, but then somehow they get erased from my memory. I had this one dream a long time ago which had a deep impact on me. It took place on a cold winter evening: I went to the cemetery and I told my mother that I couldn’t put the Christmas tree in the tree stand. My mom tried to help, but I told her: “You can’t help, mom, you are dead.” I had this dream a long time after her death, and since then I haven’t dreamed about her.