Dreams.

Today and yesterday, I also dreamt about drug addiction. I barely remember yesterday's dream, except for some elements, one of which unexpectedly came true in real life. I don't know what it was all about, but I remember fragments where Prince Wendell from the Tenth Kingdom made me grind meat in a meat grinder to make him patties. By the way, in the dream, he was more of a scoundrel than a positive hero. Then something else happened with the Troll King from the same series. And the atmosphere was like in the prison from the beginning of that series. I don't remember anything else. The dream stood out only because during the day, while we were in the store, my parents suggested buying and frying liver, and I decided it would be better to make liver pâté. Because of this, my parents remembered that they also needed to grind meat for minced meat. Only in the dream, the meat grinder was manual and terribly inconvenient, and in real life, my husband and I gave our parents an electric one. Today's dream was more interesting and I remembered it better. I was hanging out with some guy in a huge shopping mall (there aren't any like that in my city, but the image was like in Khabarovsk and in the movies), where he worked as something (I didn't actually see him working). Then it turned out that he was a vampire and, like, a huge admirer of mine (I don't know who he is, he doesn't look like Lesha, who often appears in my dreams as my beloved), and we can't live without each other. His vampire buddies were also hanging out in this mall (I don't remember if they were somehow connected to this place). They didn't approve of me and decided that I should be killed, and my beloved should be beaten up. At first, he and I ran around the building, trying to hang out in the stores, I was afraid to suggest going outside so that he wouldn't die from the light, but I couldn't leave him alone to be torn apart. Then night fell, the stores were closed (although the cinema, cafes, and other entertainment places were still open, but there were very few people and it became more difficult to hide), we both realized that there were fewer chances to hide, and in the end, we decided to split up. Then I ran back and forth alone, and at the same time, I remembered that this guy was no longer a vampire, because he drank some kind of miracle potion and became a normal person (I was just reading a crazy humorous manga called Half-Dragon yesterday, and there was such a potion), but it was already night, and it would be a long wait until dawn. At some point, I was spotted and almost caught, but I was helped by some guy in glasses, who turned out to be an IT guy at this shopping mall, who saved me, listened to my whole story, and said that he would protect me until I got out. Then we met my beloved, who started to get jealous, poured a ton of garbage on me, and disappeared, ignoring my arguments that there was nothing between me and the vigilante. Together with my new acquaintance, we went to eat at a cafe, where I cried and worried, and he comforted me and promised to help me sort everything out. When we left the establishment, we met my "ex," who was now walking hand-in-hand with some girl. To my indignation and accusations, he said that this was a PRETEXT and that it would be easier for him to distract his vampire friends from me. I started crying again, the guy in glasses comforted me, told me that I was attractive to him and that he was ready to be with me always. But he wasn't offended by my refusal, he said that I should think about it and that no one would rush me. Then, somehow, I saw my ex-vampire naked in the same bed with that stranger, and she asked him: "Are you ready one more time?" - after his agreement, I woke up.