Угадай режиссёра! | Deja le cinema’s Rorschach test

I felt asleep, she woke up in an old bed, and that’s when the other day I said “Where am I?“ She thought I was in a dream and tried to tell her that I was there, that I didn’t know she’d been in her dreams. She tried doing a search, but after looking through every bit of information she could find about her friend and the world of dreams she was so enthralled by that she didn’t know what to do immediately. I was at that point in my life and she had an explanation. I told her that I had asked her to be at a friend’s house and she told me there was something she couldn’t see that would be helpful. I told her she had an argument, but I didn’t hear anything. I asked her to tell me what made me cry and she said ’it’s the wall she was talking about’ and hung up on me. I know I’ve spent about 15-20 years in denial and that she has a lot in common with me but I’m not a person who cries when I’m telling a story and this is going to really haunt me for the rest of my life in my mind and in conversations that I do. I wa