Posts from Dreams. Auto-translated

I had a dream today that mixed my normal life with a bit of horror.
I suddenly felt the urge to go to the university (since I'm a graduate now, I have no classes; I only go for my thesis, and quite rarely, by the way).
For some inexplicable reason, a whole crowd of Koreans had come to us as exchange students. Based on all my guesses, they were from South Korea, but the dream didn't specify. (As a side note, since we live in the Far East, our university actually has an exchange program for Asians, but mostly we have Chinese students, almost all of whom are in the philology department).
Someone from my circle of friends was walking beside me, telling me that the Koreans were creepy, saying that there were tons of otaku among them (only this term was used in the dream, although I usually prefer to call such people geeks). Moreover, in the reality of the dream, they were considered creepy and extremely unpleasant types (not that they weren't like that in reality, but it was just over the top).
At first, the crowd surrounded us on the first floor, then all of them ended up with me on the third floor (where my faculty and department are actually located). They were doing their own thing, talking among themselves, and not bothering anyone. My friend kept ramping up the tension, telling me how dangerous they could be; I took it calmly. What could harmless geeks do?
But the conversation wasn't about harmless people at all. One of the ordinary Koreans blurted out something wrong, and silence fell over the crowd. Most people began to look creepier and gloomier, their flaws became more pronounced, and their eyes became empty and lifeless.
Every self-respecting geek deemed it important to approach ordinary people and each other to talk about their favorite games, anime series, manga, figurines, and so on. The ordinary people began to panic, but everyone understood that if they started running, it would only get worse.
Thus, gradually, some people found themselves buried in the crowd of geeks, while others were pondering an escape plan. And the otaku kept advancing, speaking of their own things with dead faces, as if into a void. The situation seemed increasingly terrifying and absurd at the same time. I was frightened and found myself in a stupor, not knowing what to do next or how to fight this.
Finally, in an effort to save the majority, a Korean man ran out from nowhere with a bank card in his hand. He ran up to one of the leading geeks and began hitting him on the cheek with his card, shouting an unbelievable balance amount and the geeky anime things that could be bought with it. The plan worked perfectly, as all the otaku immediately forgot about everyone else. Each of them decided that he specifically should take this guy's card—for a good cause, of course.
People began to retreat rapidly, and only I felt sorry for leaving our hero behind. So, I pulled out my own card with 100 rubles in the account, named an unbelievable sum, and began fending them off with it to clear a path for the hero and run away with him.
Now I was the primary target. Every self-respecting geek was screaming like the seagulls from that popular Pixar movie. All the otaku had almost transitioned to a full sprint, and I genuinely became afraid that I would never escape.
When I reached a certain part of the corridor, the doors slammed shut behind me, and I saw three people in front of me holding two large glass doors (we actually have those). I stopped and, as if mesmerized, looked at the zombie-like people behind the glass, and even felt a kind of sympathy for them. I was snapped out of it by the shout of one of the guys holding the doors. I noticed then that I was being saved by two guys and one girl who had very voluminous hair, as if she had spent several bottles of hairspray to achieve such puffiness.
People were running down the stairs, while something compelled me to use the elevator located at the very end of the corridor. I thought I had chosen the worst possible option, but I descended safely only to discover that the first floor was absolutely empty. There was no one around at all, as if it were a non-working day.
I wouldn't say I was running, but I tried to walk fast, occasionally looking back, fearing I was being followed. I grabbed my jacket (no idea how, since the cloakroom attendant didn't seem to be there either; maybe I crawled through a window or opened the door and took everything I needed myself).
And so, I was already outside, standing at the bus stop, but the feeling of danger did not leave me. There were people around, but not many. I didn't really want to ask for help or talk about the madness that had passed so as not to look crazy. Especially since I didn't seem to be particularly disheveled. Then the bus arrived, I got on and left, realizing that it wasn't over. The geeks were not defeated and remained a threat. But I was no longer thinking about how to fight them; rather, I was simply afraid that someone was pursuing me. That's basically where I woke up.
At 5 AM, the events seemed quite creepy, and I felt uneasy even getting up to drink water. For about 15-20 minutes after that, I lay there replaying the dream in my head, and only after realizing its absurdity did I drift off and sleep until the alarm.

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I liked it.

I dreamt that I was on a mission with the X-Men. It seemed like we were planning to recruit someone, or maybe just help some kids who were being exploited and treated badly because of their abilities. Almost the whole main team was there, except for Jean, because it was probably that time period when something happened to her and she was absent. That's why Cyclops was wearing some casual clothes instead of his uniform, but Wolverine was in his yellow suit. The Professor was there, and it seemed like the rest of them were from the 1992 cartoon. So, we arrived at the location and wandered through some narrow streets with shops and cafes, where some guys who looked like they were from the Caucasus or maybe Asians were working, I don't remember. But overall, the place was quite decent (except for the underground corridors, like in some markets), and there were even glass walls in some places, like in a car dealership. We talked to someone. I don't remember what happened next, but something went wrong and a fight broke out. I remember shooting, explosions, destruction, and at the end, something very powerful exploded, and an entire wall collapsed. Someone asked me what it was or who did it, I don't remember exactly, and I casually replied, "Well, that was Gambit." So, he must have somehow snuck up behind the enemies and eliminated most of them with that explosion, possibly even saving us in the process.
It was fun, anyway, lol

I dreamed last night about being immersed in a game that I would probably enjoy playing in real life. Almost all the events of the dream took place in that game, with rare deviations from it. The game had two modes: one from a third-person perspective (where the character appeared small against a large map, similar to Diablo, Baldur's Gate, King's Bounty, etc.), which was not very interesting and was used very rarely, while the second mode implied complete immersion in the game, as if all actions were happening with the player (I don't remember any helmets or wires, just either one mode or the other, with a constant awareness that it was a game, not reality). Another feature of the game was that you could only play as a boy (or maybe everyone chose boys because of a useful game feature that I will mention later). Apparently, the genre was horror or some kind of mystery, because the action mainly took place in gloomy catacombs with monsters that seemed to be copied from Diablo (well, the graphics weren't as bad as in the old game, everything seemed very realistic and creepy). In both modes, the battles took place differently: from the third-person perspective, I saw a couple of beautiful combat scenes, as if the characters knew a lot of martial arts, while in the realistic version, everything was clumsy, difficult, and with greater HP loss, no one was jumping around, they just barely defended themselves and preferred to run away. Although there were very few battles, mostly just exploration and travel with frightening effects. The game started with some kind of gathering of people in a large building (I experienced all this in "full immersion" mode), and it seemed that you could play online, because my husband was participating (I don't know what the other characters looked like, I was a cute blonde with a bob haircut). I also remember at least a couple of ХВ players, Ment and Sivy were running around, and someone else, but I don't know who. When the player gets bored, they leave and start exploring the game. So, my husband and I didn't stay in the starting location for long and went further. Downstairs, we were met by an unpleasant, hunched old man in a robe, whose appearance made it clear that he wanted to sacrifice us to Satan. He told us a short story about some terrible events that had happened in a school, a couple of houses away from us, and even promised to take us there if we wanted. My husband became very interested in this story and decided that we should go and see what interesting things had happened there (well, it's a game, so his actions were logical), while I, for some reason, hesitated and tried to refuse, slowly following him and dissuading him from visiting the school. All that remained was to cross the road, and we were already near the location. I hesitated and missed the traffic light, but my husband and the old man ignored it and went on. While I was standing and waiting, they both disappeared behind the school door, which made me even more nervous (I'll say right away, I have no idea if this game had a mode in the spirit of "die in the game - die in reality," this question was not raised at all, because I don't remember any fatal outcomes). I remember that at the moment of waiting for the traffic light, I gave up and briefly disconnected from the computer to run to the door from the third-person perspective, spit, and then re-engage in immersion. From the outside, the building looked quite ordinary (I can't call it neat, but our local schools don't look perfect either, and some of them are quite creepy), while inside it was a complete mess. Dirt, stench, a lot of scattered garbage, in general, a slum (however, according to the description, it was just a normal average school). I started running around and calling for Lesha to join me, but it didn't work. First, I tried to stay in places that were illuminated by windows (because I could forget about other sources of light), so after running a little, I returned to the street. There, the old man met me, asked why I was hanging around and not inside, and then explained that Lesha was on the lower level and that I should go there too, otherwise I would miss all the fun. He also added that I should not forget to leave "marks" along the way on the map so as not to get lost (at that time, it was not clear what kind of marks were meant and how to leave them). Again, I didn't like his words, but I had to listen to his advice and go further until I found a staircase leading down. And so, I was in the dark catacombs, where everything around was illuminated by torches (you could probably pick them up if you wanted, but I didn't touch them and just kept going). From everywhere, I heard various rustling sounds, creaks, sometimes squeaks, and rats were squeaking. At first, all this seemed creepy, but then I remembered that this was normal for the game, so I went on. At some point, I got bored, I switched to the third-person mode, distracted Lesha from the immersion, and started asking him where he was. My husband calmly said that I should open the map (it is better to see and explore it in the third-person mode) and look for his marks. And that he was not far from "number n" (I don't remember it, but each subsequent mark had a certain number. In the dream, there were about 20-21 of them). I also looked at his game and saw him fighting a skeleton with a sword, and he was actually too busy to pay attention to me. And so, I re-immersed myself and started following the mark. We met Lesha, and while I was in simple and boring clothes without anything useful, he had already found a sword, some light armor, and generally looked good. I started asking what kind of marks they were and how to put them, I didn't understand anything. In short, I was a complete noob, which annoyed him. He explained that in order to put a mark, the character needs to urinate in a certain place, then a mark or stain with a certain serial number will appear on the map and at the point where it all goes. I was slightly taken aback by this feature, but I quickly adapted and learned to navigate the map. True, until I woke up, I just kept running around with bare hands, exploring the map, and looking at monsters (I didn't encounter many of them, because, hearing unpleasant noises, I avoided their source). Occasionally, I also switched to the third-person mode and discussed the game with my husband and chatted a couple of times with the ХВ players. It's a pity that I didn't kill anyone with a sword myself, and Lesha often chose to run away from high-level monsters. But overall, it all looked pretty good.

the action mainly took place in dark catacombs

in the realistic version, everything was awkward, a bit clunky, and with greater HP loss; no one was jumping around, they were just struggling to defend themselves

Exanima?

I haven't played this game, but the atmosphere in the third-person mode was roughly like this. Only the combat is more elaborate. As for the realistic mode, it doesn't seem as fun, but there are still some associations.

I had such a crazy dream today, but it was very pleasant. I could have stayed in that dream forever.
I don't remember exactly what started it, whether it was me creating a goblin character, a very ugly one, with whom I was doing some kind of scheme involving ships near the water. It was like I was sinking one ship to retrieve something from the hold of another, I don't know. In the end, I got something out of it. They were small, something like small yachts for goblins, or maybe not yachts. Then I remember walking along a forest path to a great, non-existent song performed by RHCP, but for some reason, a guy from another band was singing, while the RHCP vocalist was walking next to me and dancing to the song. The landscape was extremely fairytale-like, like some kind of cartoon, everything was so bright, the trees weren't very tall, and to the left, you could see the river where I was sinking the ships, and to the right, there were mountains. Then there was another gap in my memory, but eventually, I came to a small tower or outpost, where I found my beloved girl (actually, no, it was just an abstract girl, her face kept changing). I gave her a piece of armor, it was like the part that should be in the shoulder area. It was a little bit like the mithril one from Lord of the Rings, which Frodo wore, but this one had some bigger stones on it. Maybe I got this piece from the ship, or maybe from some kind of kit that is sold in parts, like various model ships and airplanes, or from a Kinder Surprise. Anyway, in the end, you could/had to assemble a whole set of armor. I don't think the girl was very impressed, but overall, she was happy because she definitely had feelings for me and reciprocated them, despite some difficulties. In general, it seemed like I was some kind of knight who was searching for his "princess." She was wearing a beautiful dress and was trying on the piece of armor over it. I was also wearing armor. There was a conversation about clothes, and we were deciding something, but I don't remember it well. Then everything became too vague, maybe there was a second girl, but she rejected me, some acquaintances showed up, and some kids appeared under the windows, building towers to reach our level. There was a lot of joy, chaos, and I vaguely remember conversations, sweets, and some kind of cafe. Then my first crush appeared and offered me some kind of job, lol. Then there was a moment when the girl's brother and his girlfriend showed up, and I immediately had associations with "Friends," and for a moment, it stopped being my story.
Then I already remember the real world, all dull and gray, and I was kicked out of some establishment for some reason (it seems like someone got drunk there or something similar), and also, an ATM damaged my card, the employee of that place was rude to me, and there were some dogs running around and barking in the street, and I also needed to find my father. I went outside, walked around a bit, and then I just started flying home.
Then there was something else, but I don't remember.

Dream of Arandornication.

a goblin, extremely ugly, with whom I was involved in some scheme involving ships near the water.

I was a kind of knight who went in search of his "princess."

I was wearing armor myself.

What an original character.

And then he flew home.
Never go to the Factory, children.

Well, then I easily transformed back into myself. It was just that the goblin encounter was a kind of stage/way to get a piece of armor.

In my dreams, I often use flight. It's quite convenient.

I liked slowing down time more.

I also enjoy flying. It's my favorite activity in dreams.

and I have a different favorite activity.

I have a different favorite activity.

Fighting side by side with the X-Men?