Imaris
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I had a long dream today. A chase, a long chase. I was telling my mom about how I spent the day. When she asks how I spent yesterday, I tell her, "Well, I kind of got into some trouble," something like that. And here's the story.
It all started in a completely mundane, default, and uninteresting way – with some kind of game. It was a shooter about IRL (modern weapons, etc.), but I wasn't just a player; I was more like a real participant in the events. It started with me walking around after some battles somewhere (buildings, hangars, warehouses, etc., no one around) with a machine gun, not knowing what to do, and not wanting to know, because I was tired. I started shooting. Just randomly, without a goal.
I don't remember the next short segment of the dream. After that, the dream tells of my shootout with my own people – I attacked them out of boredom. It was in a port, there were some boats, probably. I just walk up to my people (meaning those on my side, maybe fighting someone) and start shooting at their heads. Well, they responded in kind. The most confusing thing is that I seemed to hit everyone, but no one died (maybe it just wasn't shown in the dream). And no one seemed to hit me either. I decided to get away from them before they finished me off (there were about fifteen of them), and then, completely unexpectedly, there was a running moped in the port. Apparently, someone who participated in the shootout was arriving or leaving. So, I stole the moped and drove away.
Then I don't remember anything again, except that I drove the moped into a lift.
The next action takes place in an apartment. It looked like our big apartment in Moscow, and maybe it even was. The shooter was over, but the chase remained. There were a lot more of us being chased, about ten people, and it's unclear why. But in the dream, these people weren't described at all; they were just extras. I also remember that we had some kind of five-year-old girl (maybe she was being chased too!). Moreover, all these people (and the little girl, and the extras) were sometimes with me, and sometimes, in some fragment of the dream, they disappeared, and it was as if they weren't there at all. They weren't there when a woman was chasing me through the apartment, and I had to run away from her. I found the little girl in one of the rooms – she was standing in front of a mirror and doing something (maybe trying on her red dress) – and I took her with me for some reason. No, not as a hostage. I ran towards the exit of the apartment, practically breaking through, and for some reason, I went not down, but into the opposite apartment (there were only two apartments on the floor, because they were big). I wanted to knock loudly, break in, say that I would explain everything later, just let me in, please, but the doors were unexpectedly open (not locked). I burst inside, and there was some kind of landlady. In curlers and pajamas. I say as I run past, that I'll be quick, I'm leaving now, I really need to go, believe me, etc., but she didn't even care. She looked at me indifferently and said nothing. Well, I went to look for... the toilet. But first, we went into some room with a mirror with the little girl. One person from the extras started trying on different dresses on her, or rather, not dresses at all, it was men's clothing. The girl looked very sad and looked like a boy. I remember that the woman also went into the room, but didn't pay attention to us, as if we were part of the family that lived here. The little girl, in this way, gave us a disguise.
And then I found my toilet. What was my plan? Wildly brilliant: I climb into the toilet and get out of the house through the sewer. The dream didn't show how I did it, but I did it! Or rather, there is a fact that I did it, but the consequence of it is completely illogical – we all stand on the landing and discuss how to get out of the house unnoticed. The little girl was still squealing (but not out of fear or anything, just messing around), and I told her to stop, because she was giving us away with her sounds. In general, I said that we should go down two floors on foot, and then take the elevator to the bottom. (We were initially on the sixth floor). I explained this plan by saying that they might be waiting for us in the elevator on the sixth floor, as well as at the stairs on the first, but if we get into the elevator on the fourth and get out at the elevator on the first, no one will notice us. A very clever plan, right! But that's what we did. As we walked down, we saw a lot of things on the landings – old, sick people, some were dying, some were already dead. And this is in an elite apartment building with large apartments in the center of Moscow.
We got out of the elevator on the first floor, no one was waiting for us at the entrance, so we happily left the building. We walk along, happy, and there's a car. No, not a black one with Smith agents, but some kind of red Zhiguli. So, we come out of the entrance, and they are parking the car there, then they get out of the car and walk towards us. But then we weren't running anymore, I don't know why. We just walked past, as if we weren't involved, as if we didn't even know each other, I even whispered, "Everyone for themselves," lol. And they were detaining us one by one. They detained everyone (I don't know about the little girl) and told us to go there and there. "There" they were probably going to interrogate us. I even imagined them shining a lamp in my face and saying sternly, "Tell us everything," and I would tell everything out of fear. But they didn't take us to any interrogation. They put us in a long queue to some kind of building that was next to the house we ran from (the street, by the way, didn't look like Moscow at all). And we stood there and waited. No one was even watching us, but we still stood there and didn't run away. The queue was on the street, not in the building. I remember that there was some kind of fashionista standing next to me (not from my extras), talking about his new, elite, incredibly cool, hyper-fashionable watch. Then something happened to it, like the watch broke, and he started complaining about money, that he would have to spend it on another watch.
And then my alarm clock rang >< The dream didn't finish, but we know that in the end there was a happy ending, because I was telling my mom about how I spent the day, which means I survived all this and wasn't put in jail.
By the way, in reality, it didn't last a day. Or rather, during the action, a night passed, but I don't know at what point in the dream it was. It seems like when I went into the neighbor's apartment, it was already morning.
It all started in a completely mundane, default, and uninteresting way – with some kind of game. It was a shooter about IRL (modern weapons, etc.), but I wasn't just a player; I was more like a real participant in the events. It started with me walking around after some battles somewhere (buildings, hangars, warehouses, etc., no one around) with a machine gun, not knowing what to do, and not wanting to know, because I was tired. I started shooting. Just randomly, without a goal.
I don't remember the next short segment of the dream. After that, the dream tells of my shootout with my own people – I attacked them out of boredom. It was in a port, there were some boats, probably. I just walk up to my people (meaning those on my side, maybe fighting someone) and start shooting at their heads. Well, they responded in kind. The most confusing thing is that I seemed to hit everyone, but no one died (maybe it just wasn't shown in the dream). And no one seemed to hit me either. I decided to get away from them before they finished me off (there were about fifteen of them), and then, completely unexpectedly, there was a running moped in the port. Apparently, someone who participated in the shootout was arriving or leaving. So, I stole the moped and drove away.
Then I don't remember anything again, except that I drove the moped into a lift.
The next action takes place in an apartment. It looked like our big apartment in Moscow, and maybe it even was. The shooter was over, but the chase remained. There were a lot more of us being chased, about ten people, and it's unclear why. But in the dream, these people weren't described at all; they were just extras. I also remember that we had some kind of five-year-old girl (maybe she was being chased too!). Moreover, all these people (and the little girl, and the extras) were sometimes with me, and sometimes, in some fragment of the dream, they disappeared, and it was as if they weren't there at all. They weren't there when a woman was chasing me through the apartment, and I had to run away from her. I found the little girl in one of the rooms – she was standing in front of a mirror and doing something (maybe trying on her red dress) – and I took her with me for some reason. No, not as a hostage. I ran towards the exit of the apartment, practically breaking through, and for some reason, I went not down, but into the opposite apartment (there were only two apartments on the floor, because they were big). I wanted to knock loudly, break in, say that I would explain everything later, just let me in, please, but the doors were unexpectedly open (not locked). I burst inside, and there was some kind of landlady. In curlers and pajamas. I say as I run past, that I'll be quick, I'm leaving now, I really need to go, believe me, etc., but she didn't even care. She looked at me indifferently and said nothing. Well, I went to look for... the toilet. But first, we went into some room with a mirror with the little girl. One person from the extras started trying on different dresses on her, or rather, not dresses at all, it was men's clothing. The girl looked very sad and looked like a boy. I remember that the woman also went into the room, but didn't pay attention to us, as if we were part of the family that lived here. The little girl, in this way, gave us a disguise.
And then I found my toilet. What was my plan? Wildly brilliant: I climb into the toilet and get out of the house through the sewer. The dream didn't show how I did it, but I did it! Or rather, there is a fact that I did it, but the consequence of it is completely illogical – we all stand on the landing and discuss how to get out of the house unnoticed. The little girl was still squealing (but not out of fear or anything, just messing around), and I told her to stop, because she was giving us away with her sounds. In general, I said that we should go down two floors on foot, and then take the elevator to the bottom. (We were initially on the sixth floor). I explained this plan by saying that they might be waiting for us in the elevator on the sixth floor, as well as at the stairs on the first, but if we get into the elevator on the fourth and get out at the elevator on the first, no one will notice us. A very clever plan, right! But that's what we did. As we walked down, we saw a lot of things on the landings – old, sick people, some were dying, some were already dead. And this is in an elite apartment building with large apartments in the center of Moscow.
We got out of the elevator on the first floor, no one was waiting for us at the entrance, so we happily left the building. We walk along, happy, and there's a car. No, not a black one with Smith agents, but some kind of red Zhiguli. So, we come out of the entrance, and they are parking the car there, then they get out of the car and walk towards us. But then we weren't running anymore, I don't know why. We just walked past, as if we weren't involved, as if we didn't even know each other, I even whispered, "Everyone for themselves," lol. And they were detaining us one by one. They detained everyone (I don't know about the little girl) and told us to go there and there. "There" they were probably going to interrogate us. I even imagined them shining a lamp in my face and saying sternly, "Tell us everything," and I would tell everything out of fear. But they didn't take us to any interrogation. They put us in a long queue to some kind of building that was next to the house we ran from (the street, by the way, didn't look like Moscow at all). And we stood there and waited. No one was even watching us, but we still stood there and didn't run away. The queue was on the street, not in the building. I remember that there was some kind of fashionista standing next to me (not from my extras), talking about his new, elite, incredibly cool, hyper-fashionable watch. Then something happened to it, like the watch broke, and he started complaining about money, that he would have to spend it on another watch.
And then my alarm clock rang >< The dream didn't finish, but we know that in the end there was a happy ending, because I was telling my mom about how I spent the day, which means I survived all this and wasn't put in jail.
By the way, in reality, it didn't last a day. Or rather, during the action, a night passed, but I don't know at what point in the dream it was. It seems like when I went into the neighbor's apartment, it was already morning.