Posts from Dreams. Auto-translated

In short, I started as a successful businessman with a beautiful wife whom everyone admired. Everyone envied me. Then the zombie apocalypse began, complete with mayhem, blood, guts, and destruction. My wife and I escaped on some kind of boat, sailing to a deserted island where we began to survive. At first, it was all romance and love, and we believed we could make it. Then something strange happened; I had a sudden impulse, as if she were evil, and I killed her near some cave. I killed her brutally, or rather, I beat her to death. What a romance! Then I went into the cave and started exploring it. The place began to resemble a laboratory. Some guy in a lab coat was wandering around. I, covered in blood, started attacking him, asking what was going on, who he was, and what he was doing there. He replied that I had learned something I shouldn't have, that I needed to follow him for some procedures, and that everything would be fine in a couple of hours. Of course, I didn't agree with this turn of events, so I beat him up like I did my wife and went on. I went down the stairs to the next level and came out into another cave, with a view of the street. There, I met a guy with a bloody face like mine, who was just finishing off a woman (apparently, also his wife). He was leaving, but when he noticed me, he asked what I was doing there and told me to get out before I was seen and scolded. I went further down, and the same scenes repeated: men were constantly beating up various unfortunate women. Along the way, I killed another guy in a lab coat so I could change into his clothes and move around more freely. Finally, the cave turned completely into a laboratory (which looked more like a mental hospital, a real madhouse). In one of the rooms, I found several women locked in cages, and I decided to release them. Together, we went to look for a way out. It turned out that we were all participants in some kind of special experiment (or even two). All the women were mentally ill, and they were being given an experimental drug that supposedly made them healthy, but at the same time, it made them obedient to the experimenters. For the men, special artificial conditions were created, with beautiful wives and everything, to see how they would cope with a zombie invasion or a military threat under the influence of a certain drug (apparently, this substance made the men mega-cool and successful). Most of the participants in the experiment knew all this, except for me and a few others (apparently, I was one of the few mentally ill men). Then the dream switches to a third-person perspective (or maybe I was watching it on a monitor): my beaten wife gets up and starts following my tracks, brutally beating everyone she comes across like a real Rambo. She's like a super-zombie or something even worse. Me and the women I saved were terrified, which only made us more determined to find a way out. Basically, the last thing I remember is that we captured some fat black nurse and demanded that she help us escape. The woman agreed to help (because we promised to beat her up as badly as we had beaten everyone else if she refused), and she even gave us some clean clothes to change into. But she still mocked us, saying that we would die anyway, no matter how hard we tried. That's where the dream ended (my body needed air, and my nose refused to provide it). I was too lazy to change anything, except for the use of profanity, which is not appropriate here. Otherwise, everything is as I remember it. The dream occurred on March 11th.

To be honest, I don't remember much, except that Aretz was some kind of wealthy scoundrel, and I was his captive as a servant (but without any perversions!).

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My Lesha went hunting (he loves that in real life too), and I invited Aretz to come over and drink with me.

Today's dream was quite chaotic, but there were a couple of funny moments. I don't remember exactly how it started or what happened, so I'll start from the moment when I and some guys were wandering around the sarcophagi, which led to a catastrophe, something like the AWAKENING OF AN ANCIENT EVIL. Knights appeared and engaged me in battle, but I stood in a corner and skillfully deflected the blows of the swords I had stolen from those very sarcophagi. In this way, I safely waited for the second phase of the dream, where we, these knights, my acquaintances from real life (they were definitely classmates, maybe someone from school too), and our parents were sitting at a table, eating, drinking, and wondering what to do next. My father tried to pour beer into a shot glass for me, but I noticed the trick, poured it into a mug, and topped it off with the whole bottle. My father was upset. Suddenly, a gray-bearded man burst into the hall, looking like he was about to solve everything.
Bearded man: -- احمدوا الرب لأنه
Me: -- صالح لان الى الابد رحمته
Everyone except the parents: -- هللويا
Everyone rejoices, celebrates, and continues to sing, believing in the inevitable resolution of our problems with the ancient evil, but only the parents are shocked and look at us as if we were Islamic terrorists.

Your dad is a good man.

only the parents are shocked and look at us as if we were Islamic terrorists.

she laughed.

I had a dream that I decided to get married. My relationship with the chosen one wasn't great, but her opinion doesn't matter, does it? However, I seemed like a perfectly decent person to her potential parents, someone they would be happy to give their daughter to. They told me that I had two rivals: the poet Lensky and the bodybuilder Khabensky. The situation was reversed for them – they seemed like rather undesirable types to the parents, while their daughters, on the contrary, liked them.
To solve the problem of competing for the female, I chose an ancient but eternally relevant method – to eliminate my rivals. The first one I encountered was Lensky, a curly-haired young man of about 25. I ran into him, seemingly, at a clinic.
Lensky: – Hey, who are you?
Me: – I'm Alexander Orlov, and who are you?
Lensky: – I'm Lensky.
Me: – Well, that's it for you, Lensky.
I lunged at Lensky with my fists and smeared his brains all over the wall.
While I was turning Lensky's head into a bloody mess, the cunning Khabensky got ahead of us and got married first. I definitely didn't expect such a betrayal (well, he's a bodybuilder, I thought he wouldn't have the brains for it). He also initiated a search for me and sentenced me to death for allegedly harassing someone else's wife.
They were already preparing to execute me on some strange device, the principle of which was that the body was secured above a chasm in a machine, the neck was clamped, and a weight was lowered onto the torso. As a result, the torso and legs would be torn from the head and fall into the chasm. I managed to escape from this device and was about to go look for Khabensky and take revenge, but the dream changed. It's frustrating.

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.

I see you and Alex are sleeping better than anyone else.

Actually, most of the time I dream of something unremarkable and vague, like yesterday's dream (it stood out only because it coincided with the chaotic events). Otherwise, I rarely have vivid and interesting dreams, and usually only when I don't get enough sleep.

I see you and Alex sleep better than anyone.

I don't sleep well. The number of my posts here is equal to the number of days I got enough sleep / 2.

The number of days my posts have been on ХВ is the number of days I got enough sleep*0.

Keywords: bandit, Matthew McConaughey, knife, dark blue, pistol, dwarf.

I am an FBI agent x) Together with a partner (who looked like Matthew McConaughey), we are investigating some complex case. I don't remember the beginning, but the action starts in an apartment inhabited by some bandits. I and another agent were working undercover. Matthew comes into this apartment and starts hashing something out with these bandits (there were three of them), then another bandit appears. He leads me into another room and starts aggressive. It's unclear whether it's because I blew my cover or for some other reason. In short, he intends to kill me, punches me in the jaw, threatens me with something (while I was like their financier, a paper-pushing nerd who is afraid of everything). While he's talking, I pretend I'm in a lot of pain, but I pull a butterfly knife from my pocket and with a swift motion slit his throat. Then I put about ten more holes in his stomach. I somehow managed not to get dirty (I was wearing a beautiful dark blue suit with a white shirt and a dark blue tie). I return to the first room and stand where I was (against the wall in the middle of the room, so I had a good view). The guy working undercover with me was exposed, and the bandit standing to the right and slightly behind him pulls out a pistol. I notice this and shout to the undercover guy: "Look out!", or something like that. He reacts. With one hand, he blocks the arm with the pistol; with the other hand, he pulls out his own pistol, shoots the first bandit, and shoots the bandit standing opposite. The third bandit pulls out a weapon, but doesn't have time to do anything; Matthew McConaughey grabs him, starts wrestling with him, falls to the floor during the struggle, takes the weapon, and kills him. Just then, another bandit runs in with a pistol ready, but doesn't have time to do anything; I throw a knife at him and, of course, hit him right in the throat. He falls, pulls the trigger in convulsions, the pistol starts firing, and the bullets almost hit me and Matthew. Everyone is sh*t-faced from what happened. Matt sits on the floor, leaning his back against the wall, and says that the bosses will give me hell for all this crap with the knife.

Then McConaughey and I find ourselves on the street (like some time has already passed after the previous incident), in some creepy, semi-abandoned district (it looked very much like the one where I live, lol, though much more dilapidated than irl). We are joined by two other agents: a balding man in a suit and tie



and a blonde in a dark blue dress x)



It turned out that their case was somehow connected to ours. Together, we head toward a tall building in this district. Inside, we find a strange freight elevator that has doors on all sides (but on the first floor, you can only enter through one door). While my colleagues were discussing something, I decided to inspect the elevator and stepped inside. The elevator looked eerie. Some inscriptions and drawings on the walls, fingernail scratches. Suddenly the doors close. The elevator starts moving and takes me up; the colleagues remain below. In a panic, I start pressing the first floor button, the stop button, and so on, but to no avail. The elevator rises to the 11th floor and stops, all four doors open, and I see rooms around me that look like hospital rooms. I continue to press the first floor button, but it does nothing. Matt (via radio?) reports that this is a former psychiatric clinic and tells me to stay put and wait until they come up. Then some dwarf appears in a clown outfit with a painted face and a medical cart. He doesn't seem to notice me and walks past. I start feeling very creeped out. I feel for the knife in my pocket (what the hell, where is my service pistol?), hands in pockets, nervously swaying from side to side, waiting for colleagues. A cleaning lady appears (a fat woman, also dressed as a clown, slightly taller than the dwarf) and another dwarf (dressed normally). The cleaning lady is mopping the floor, the dwarf is running around; then she notices me and asks who I am and what I'm doing here. I answer that I'm an FBI agent conducting an investigation, pull my badge from my inner pocket, and let her look. They look at it together with the dwarf, after which they start maliciously humming some song (the rhyme was based on investigation – baby education, I only remembered those two words). I start feeling incredibly creeped out. Suddenly, my balding colleague appears. He is incoherent, holding his head with his hands, muttering something, rolling his eyes. I grab him, ask what happened, try to bring him to his senses; he doesn't answer, continues to drool and mutter. The cleaning lady and the dwarf laugh hysterically and run away. The thought occurs to me that some psychotropic gas was sprayed here, which didn't affect me, but affected everyone else. The blonde appears, her dress torn in various places, shreds of fabric hanging off. She walks as if hypnotized, doesn't blink, with glassy eyes. I continue to be amazed by what's happening, thinking "well, we're screwed." And where is this Matthew McConaughey?! And then I wake up.

Cool dream (certainly better than the second season of True Detective), a shame of course that there was no ending. And the saddest thing is that I'll never know how it all ended, sad, sad..

I see, Nebku is also having good dreams!

better than the second season of True Detective

It’s not that hard.

Keywords:

Good idea. It immediately becomes clear whether it's worth reading the dream or not.