Don't be cruel to me, because this is my first notebook entry. I had a typical day after my lessons, and my sentiments were not well, so I decided to fall into my bed for only half an hour, but I crashed [nice use of idiomatic phrase here :) ] and I ended up sleeping for 2 to 3 hours instead of my desired 30 minutes. I usually don't remember my dreams whilst sleeping in the morning but today I did. I'll try to describe them although I am not confident with word order or precise grammar.

The events in my dream were quite random. At first, I was in some place which reminded me of one of the subdistricts where my mates lived, and then suddenly I saw an ancient stadium there. I think the stadium is suitable for our city, as we are located on a rocky area on the sea. I then saw my mates, climbing up some brick wall (I have no idea why) then they started jogging upon the stadium's slanted road, not realizing that we started to play soccer and I had kicked the ball by chance. The ball rolled down and morphs into something else; subsequently I appeared in front of my house at the soccer ground, alongside a friend who doesn't  even want to chat with me now...

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I changed the style slightly to make it clearer and I hope that I didn't take the soul out of your writing... You wrote well, and I congratulate you. Sorry to hear that friend doesn't want to chat with you...maybe there is a way to settle things? :)  

Hope all is better now ;)

Edward

Я чуть изменил стиль, чтоб его уяснить и я надеюсь что не валил душа твоей письменной работы... ты написал хорошо, и поздравляю. Очень жаль твоему другу не хочет поболтать с тобой ни больше... наверное, выидет что-то, как уладить дело?