I had a dream in which a little boy called Kolya stole the pictures I made for my grandmother. It was in my hometown and I tried to find him by looking for him in the neighbourhood and asking his little friends. They told me his name. I was wondering through concrete block building and weird structured houses. Then I found him in a flat on the third or fourth floor. I took him in my arm and demanded my photos. He was chubby with light brown, beatles-like hair. As I touched him, I realised how sad he is that he might have had his own reason to steal my pictures. I said "I can feel people, where is this pain coming from?" He looked at me and I saw that he has three eyes.
There was another dream I slightly remember, I was in my school and had to protect myself from other students bullying. I remember thinking about saying something smart to them so they would leave me alone and I did so and felt very proud. In the same dream I was in the classroom and I had to repeat in chemistry for a teacher and she gave me four, instead of a three.
These numbers 3 and 4 might have some underlying meaning.
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