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Oh, I fixed it.

Yesterday, I read a couple of articles about comic book characters, and here's the result. I arrived at some place for an unclear reason. It was probably a wealthy man's mansion because I met the owner later. There were many people in a small hall. There were tables, and I sat down at one of them. But almost immediately, I got up and turned my back to my briefcase (which appeared from nowhere), which I had left on a chair. After a few seconds, I was sitting at the table again and was surprised to find calculators in the previously empty briefcase. The "guards" saw this and accused me of stealing. I told them that it was just a small thing, and I could pay for it. A "scuffle" began. First, it was verbal, but then these guys tried to take me somewhere, which, of course, I didn't let them do, and they ended up on the floor, with a little help from me. The owner of the mansion arrived. He was a tall, imposing Arab. His name was Al-Ahrab (hello, mafia). We had a normal conversation, trying to resolve everything peacefully. I explained that I had been framed. He said that he had to leave and that I should wait. The guests left, and only his thugs remained. Then some young man appeared, a deputy or something like that. He started harassing me, threatening me, and then brought a sawn-off shotgun, gave it to one of the thugs, and ordered him to shoot me. But since I had some kind of superpowers, I waited for his shot with a smile. He shot me in the head. It blurred a little, but immediately returned to its normal state. He fired a few more times, but it didn't help. With the help of my powers, I simply waved my hands, and I turned the shooter inside out. The other thugs were shocked and ran out through the main entrance, while the deputy ran somewhere inside. I turned the shooter's remains into some kind of monster and ordered it to "have fun" with the guys who had run away. I went to punish the deputy, turning those who were hostile into a bloody mess along the way. After that, things became unclear. There was some girl, whom I threatened to kill, and then I flew somewhere. Flying around the city, I twisted the road surface and buildings into curls that looked like pencil shavings (probably to make it impossible to leave the city). Then, using my powers, I lifted four large containers at the same time, wanting to do something with them, but it wasn't clear what, and then I woke up. It was a strange dream. What kind of nonsense is this, calculators... I haven't had dreams with a normal plot and relatively understandable events for six months.

Lucid dreaming is definitely cool, but I can't seem to progress any further after the initial realization that I'm dreaming.

It took place in some wooden Fortress. In the middle of the Fortress was a large pond, surrounded by many wooden huts. There was snow on the ground; events were taking place in the north or during winter. I had to go and find the chief general (who happened to be my brother). Somewhere around here, I realized it was a dream. In anticipation of a battle with orcs (it was they who were supposed to attack the Fortress), I hurried on my way to look for my brother. Only my thoughts were lucid. I couldn't control movement or the setting itself. Over time, the snowy forest landscape changed to just a forest, and I found my brother, who was fighting some beasts (fangs wolves, probably), but by the time I ran up to him, he had killed them. My brother greeted me with a hug and we hurried toward the Fortress (the thought flashed through my mind that I could teleport us there, but then I decided not to, fearing I would ruin the setting). As we walked, I told him my plan. It consisted of luring the attacking orcs into the icy pond (I won't describe the details, as it would take too long). Everything was fine; I really hoped that nothing in the dream would change, that we would reach the Fortress and beat the orcs' faces in, but as I already said, I cannot control the setting of the dream. Therefore, everything turned into banal bullshit that one can do in real life without much effort—namely, going to the cinema with friends.

The landscape changed to a real-life one; two real-life friends appeared, along with two other some kind of assholes. When we reached the cinema (also a real-life one), one of the friends refused to go for some reason, so I went with the other. Entering the cinema, we saw many people and numerous halls (although in reality this cinema only has two) and my dean, who simply walked past after greeting me (that's how it always is in reality). We wanted to get tickets, but there were no tickets. I got tired of all this and said that if I wanted to, everyone would just disappear from here—all it takes is for me to snap my fingers (the words and the hand movement were fully lucid), but of course, nothing happened, because besides thoughts, speech, and occasionally hand movements, I couldn't do anything. And the characters of my own dream laughed at me (so, did I laugh at myself?). My attention shifted to a familiar girl standing in the crowd. I thought that it would be worth starting small and making her disappear (by the way, by this point, the size of the cinema had sharply decreased and become close to reality).

- You, - I said, - stay where you are; now I will make you disappear (while thinking to myself: what an idiot, trying to prove to a dream that it's a dream and that I can control it).
- But I am a person and I actually exist, - she replied, - you cannot make me disappear.
- You are nobody, not a person, just a part of my consciousness.
These words offended her and she left (lol, I did manage to make her disappear after all).

Realizing that nothing would work, I sat down on a bench. The friend I had come here with sat next to me and started saying something about iPhone games. I began telling him about a game I wouldn't mind playing (one that exists in reality), and then realized that I am an idiot, and I'm just telling everything to myself, because this isn't a real person. And the orcs' faces remained untouched.

I had a dream that I was Rinat Akhmetov's (O_o) adopted daughter (O_O), and he was scolding me for being lazy and not doing my homework I can't stand being scolded. I even woke up from the annoyance. ))
Usually, I have normal dreams, but this one was just completely bizarre.

I had a dream that we were playing a game with some friends, divided into two teams and fighting each other. But we weren't in our own bodies; if I understood correctly, we were in game avatars, meaning we were controlling different bodies. I realized this when I saw a guy next to me, the same one I had just killed and whose fingers I had cut off, trying to take his rings. I think they were pleased with my persistence and determination to win, but the brutality was a bit much. And I still remember cutting off his fingers with a knife, and it wasn't that easy; it was like I was sawing them off. As for the location, it looked like one of the towers from the game.

I still remember cutting off fingers with a knife, and it wasn't that easy; it was like sawing them off.

You needed to cut the ligaments, not the bones; it would have been easier.

Yeah, I would have acted differently in real life.

For the first time in a long time, I had a memorable dream.
Luzhkov (I don't know why, but he was there), won the election and became the president of all of Russia. And he did something that made me wake up in fear.
But I can't remember what exactly it was... (I've been racking my brain over this question for half a day, but it's all in vain...)

Not long ago, I had a dream, after which I had to abandon two threads :(
After successfully "trolling" a regular from HeroesWorld, the police (specifically the militia, not the police) suddenly burst in on me, and some kind of investigation takes place. Later, in court, I learn that they are charging me with: "Incitement to suicide." My opponent hanged himself in the restroom. It was a terrible dream, but what would life be without horrors...

DRIVEN TO THE POINT OF SUICIDE

Lol. After your "trolling," all that's left is to lie face down and facepalm like crazy.

This is the reaction of your inflated ego; you probably thought you were a pretty good troll, but the harsh reality hit you hard.

Lord Figa is really pissed off.

You wouldn't even understand a joke.

This thread is about dreams, not Mortulus. People just like to nitpick. Although, Necropolis creatures do like to dig – sometimes their army doesn’t even crawl out of the graves on its own. :)
Sometimes, conscience reveals all hidden things in dreams. All fears and all desires often come out there.

There was another dream, a long time ago: A large skyscraper. Two planes are flying, and then a thought arises: what if it's like in America, and we start running from it. Indeed, that's what happened; I had to jump and... I remembered the parachute cheat from GTA!!! I had a good laugh in the morning.

Two wooden houses on the edge of the forest (or in a clearing deep within the forest). Early autumn. All the leaves have changed color, but less than half have fallen. The atmosphere was pleasant and familiar. Perhaps I had seen a similar drawing or photograph before. Or perhaps I saw something similar in the third Gothic game, although there is no autumn there. In one of the houses lived me, and in the other, my neighbor (we were sort of like forest rangers). I kept a pet griffin and a pet lizard (a small dinosaur, about the size of a human). My neighbor had a dog and a half-orc slave. Our relationship was strained because he kept a slave. I didn't like that. I was lying calmly on a wooden lounger, relaxing. My wolf sat nearby, and the lizard was sleeping. The neighbor, however, took his rifle and went into the forest with his dog. Just for a walk, I thought. After a while, a shot rang out, and then another. Animals, I reassured myself, there are plenty of them in the forest, he's just hunting. But the neighbor didn't return. I decided to go look for him. First, I found the dead dog, and then the neighbor. He shot the dog and then shot himself. The cries coming from the houses distracted me from the bodies. My hand reached for my sword, but the scabbard was empty; the sword was left at home. When I ran over there, I saw my wolf, the lizard, and a friend (who appeared from nowhere, it was a dream), trying to fight off a pack of wild lizards, larger than mine. One of them ran towards me. "Christopher! The sword!" I shouted to my friend. He threw me the sword, and I caught it, immediately chopping off the head of the vicious lizard that was almost right in front of me. That's when I woke up. But I think we managed to defeat the lizards. Everyone survived, and no one was seriously injured. The drawing is attached

immediately cut off the head of the evil lizard

maybe it's a prophetic dream or a sign

Interesting names for your friends.