The Mirror (1975, dir.  Andrei Tarkovsky)
“With an amazing regularity I keep seeing one and the same dream. It  seems to make me return to the place, poignantly dear to my heart,   where my grandfather’s house used to be, in which I was born 40 years  ago  right on the dinner table. I see this dream again and again. Each time I try to enter it, something prevents me from doing that. And  when I  see those walls made of logs and the dark entrance, even in my  dream I  become aware that I’m only dreaming it. And the overwhelming  joy is  clouded by anticipation of awakening.
At times something happens and I  stop dreaming of the house and the  pine trees of my childhood around it.  Then I get depressed. And I can’t  wait to see this dream in which I’ll  be a child again and feel happy  again because everything will still be  ahead, everything will be  possible…”

The Mirror (1975, dir. Andrei Tarkovsky)

“With an amazing regularity I keep seeing one and the same dream. It seems to make me return to the place, poignantly dear to my heart, where my grandfather’s house used to be, in which I was born 40 years ago right on the dinner table. I see this dream again and again. Each time I try to enter it, something prevents me from doing that. And when I see those walls made of logs and the dark entrance, even in my dream I become aware that I’m only dreaming it. And the overwhelming joy is clouded by anticipation of awakening.

At times something happens and I stop dreaming of the house and the pine trees of my childhood around it. Then I get depressed. And I can’t wait to see this dream in which I’ll be a child again and feel happy again because everything will still be ahead, everything will be possible…”