I had a dream in which an old man was complaining to me about his life, saying it was over, and he asked me to press a button that would kill him. And I pressed it. His wife didn’t pay any attention to it, and she didn’t care, nor did his children or his grandson. But I found myself thinking that he had a family, a home, children and grandchildren, and everything was fine, and perhaps he could have carried on living that life with dignity, but I deprived him of that opportunity by doing what he himself had asked. And no one blamed me for it at all; on the contrary, nobody cared in the slightest, and no one looked at me as an enemy, his family even gave me food, but that was precisely why I felt ashamed while I was sleeping