Dreams.

Today, I got a good night's sleep for the first time in a week, which means I had the opportunity to have a somewhat meaningful and prolonged dream. I'll immediately note that everything written below is one dream, i.e., all the events are part of one plot. As a result, one dream turned out to be almost as long as a lifetime. The beginning wasn't too interesting, and it was hard to predict what would happen next. My parents come home with two cans of "Serious Mass" and another package of it (that's 11+ kg of that damn gainer, enough to last until the end of the year, and even more!). They said, "Here you go, son, you seem to be running out" (in real life, the can was almost empty). I was quite surprised by such unprecedented generosity; usually, I have to buy my own sports supplements, but here's such a luxury. However, the gainer seemed to be a fake. To unwind and recover from this, I went for a walk or to take care of some business at the university. The way there wasn't shown, but on the way back, I met some beggar woman on a makeshift brick platform. I didn't give her any money, but I kicked the platform, and it collapsed (well, what else, this structure was standing in the middle of the street, hindering people, it wasn't right). The woman started cursing me. Further down the street, I saw a bar (there's a very interesting story with this bar: both the street with the woman and this corner, and in general, all the places described before exist in reality, and I walk past them almost every day. But in reality, this bar doesn't exist! The corner is empty on one side, and there's some kind of store with glasses or cosmetics on the other. This isn't particularly interesting; what's interesting is that in another dream, a month or two ago, I was already in this very bar (that time, I was even inside, had a drink, it's a cool place), and it was in the same place. Since my last visit, they put up a sign with the names of regular customers (my name isn't on it)). I thought for a long time whether to go in or not, and in the end, I walked past. I started to cross the road, and BAM! I was thrown into some kind of roadside building, it collapsed, and I was buried under bricks. It looked like an accident, but in reality, the old woman's magic was to blame. It turned out to be not very good magic; I managed to get out from under the brick rubble without any injuries and continued on my way. After that, I headed towards the subway, which I always use to get home. But this time, the train stopped right between stations, I got out, and found myself in underground corridors, where, as I understood, various urban scammers lived and traded. Wandering through the corridors, I ran into some acquaintances from real life (if I'm more precise, from Istfak). Approximate dialogue: -- Oh, hello guys, what are you doing here? :confused: -- We came to the Bicharsky market to make some money; it's cheaper here. ;) How did you end up here? -- Cool, I recently had bricks fall on me, almost killed me. :cool: And I'm just taking a walk. -- Bricks fell on you? Well, you're quite the storyteller. :D -- Yes, I'm telling you, look, I have bruises. Oops, I noticed that I didn't have any bruises. -- Okay, I get it, it's a good joke. To come up with something like that – bricks falling, hehe. After wandering around the market for a while, I ran into some other acquaintances, whom I didn't remember, and finally, I came out to the surface, to the seashore (!!!). On the shore, there were three or four men sitting, and they were building something that looked like a raft or a boat out of a surfboard. After talking to them, I learned that they were going to make a journey across the ocean to unknown lands. They said that I could join them. On one side of the scale, there were 11 kg of fake gainer, cheap clothes from the scammers from the underground, and angry old women and my favorite bar; on the other side, there was the chance of drowning in the first storm (because our vessel was not just bad, it was terrible and didn't differ much from, well, a surfboard), being eaten by a shark, or dying of hunger and thirst. Obviously, I had to choose the latter. We attached a couple more logs to our makeshift vessel and set off to conquer the ocean. For about a year, or even more, we sailed across the ocean, hoping to see land. We were caught in rain and storms, and we ate jellyfish and sharks. One of us was eaten by a shark, and another one also seemed to have disappeared (if he was even there), so we continued our journey with three (or four?) people (I can't quite remember). The ship finally fell apart, and only the surfboard, a sail, and one log remained. In the end, we still reached a tropical island, where we were met by a rather large group of white people. Unlike us, who were overgrown and ragged, these people really fit the definition of "white people"; they were all clean and dressed in a civilized manner. It wasn't clear who they were, researchers or just travelers; it was only clear that they had recently arrived on the island, and it was indeed unexplored, and no one knew about it yet. These people shared food and clothes with us, and we began to explore the island. Traveling around the island in a group of about five people, we came across the natives. These people didn't know firearms and built rather simple dwellings made of stone and wood, but they were normally dressed and spoke our language clearly. They looked like either tanned white people, or Mongoloids with Australoid features, or a combination of these features. A group of about ten armed natives surrounded us, and under their guard, we headed to an audience with the chief. The mustached chief looked like either a Mongol or a Mexican. He led us to the shore and told us that the cycle of tides had been disrupted in the last year, and the island was in danger of being completely flooded. By the way, the theme of water cataclysms had appeared in the dream before; while in the ocean, we saw strange fluctuations in the water level, and even the Bichars discussed the upcoming flood. At first, he thought that we were to blame, but after a conversation, it was decided that we were not involved. It turned out that there was another tribe on the island (because of the tide, it had become more of an archipelago), which, according to rumors, possessed dark magic. They lived in isolation, built a village with houses made of straw, and surrounded it with a high palisade. It was decided to send one of the natives, the youngest and bravest, on a reconnaissance mission. He managed to get to the palisade of the savages by boat, but then he died, presumably due to magic. The island was increasingly going under water, and we didn't know what to do about it. It was pointless to storm the village of the savages, so we just wandered around the island, fished, and watched the constantly rising water level. The last thing I remember is that we were riding in a tram in the middle of the forest, and the chief was doing his morning run along the tracks. It's a pity that I woke up at this moment; I never found out how it all ended. There were a few other interesting moments in this dream, but I don't remember them.