Posts from Dreams. Auto-translated

Chocolate was invented by black people, so it all makes sense.

Actually, no. Hot chocolate was invented by the Indians, and solid chocolate by the Danes.

While I was slaving away on my dissertation, my brain wasn't producing anything other than material needed for my studies. Yesterday, my torment ended; only minor tasks remained, and my brain decided to start producing "drugs" and chasing "highs" again.
I don't remember most of the events, but some left very vivid impressions.
The events took place in a surreal city, as if it wanted to enter my traveler's drug-induced fantasies. There were many commoners, but there was also an elite, in the form of some kind of wizards, who were respected and very important. I was among the ordinary people, and honestly, I didn't really influence the events around me. There was another interesting feature in this world: if a person (regardless of whether they have magical powers or not) mentally enters a cheat code for something, they get it. Or maybe only I could do that. The procedure looked like this: I close my eyes, open them - a panel appears, into which, with the power of thought, the desired inscription in English with numbers is entered; I close my eyes again, open them - and in front of my eyes is what the cheat gave. In any case, this was not approved, so I rarely resorted to this method, only when no one was around.
Some young man, who introduced himself as a wizard, decided to visit this city. He was also dressed as if he had escaped from a high-budget Hollywood fantasy.
We immediately became friends, and everything was great. While the city authorities were unhappy and no one wanted to believe him, it was suggested to conduct some kind of test involving finding objects, which was conducted by some nasty woman who had a whole crowd of servants.
On her orders, the workers hid various objects throughout the city, which the wizard had to find. I offered to help, and together we searched all the places (I don't remember how it all happened, but the impressions remained positive). I only remember that we didn't know in advance what exactly we were looking for, and I don't even know what they had in common.
Only the last object remained to be found, which the wizard could sense but didn't know how to get to. At some point, we were both exhausted, and I suggested using a cheat. And although he didn't approve of my idea, when no one was around, he agreed with my suggestion. And so, I close my eyes, go through the whole process - and we are already on the roof of a tall, cylindrical building. And in front of our eyes lies a pile of moldy human fingers, which were the last object we were looking for.
The city rejoiced, no one doubted my companion's abilities, he accepted congratulations and was happy. Meanwhile, I moved away from him to watch the woman who organized the test, to hear her scold her servant for not putting the fingers in the container and hiding them in an inaccessible place, which was practically impossible to get to (the keys to the building and the roof were only with that servant, and how we got there and left, my friend attributed to the ability to perform complex flight spells). I was already going to tell my friend everything and accuse that woman and her servant of cheating. But I changed my mind, because the woman was upset not because the guest passed the test, but because he found the fingers too late, and they had time to become covered in mold and were now useless.
That's the kind of "drug" this is, gentlemen.

I had a dream about the fifth installment of Heroes of Might and Magic today. *just kidding* *sad joke*

and lately, sci-fi has been appearing more and more in my dreams. I dreamt of some kind of mundane life in a computerized world. The most memorable moment was that operating systems were supplied in the form of "seeds" that had to be "grown" in computers. However, computers in the sense we have them now could only be called that in a very conditional way, because operating systems and software were supplied for everything, starting from refrigerators and home climate control systems. The seed was a kind of mixture of a "genome" (a set of standard functions) and an embryonic artificial intelligence (which was actually what had to be "grown," i.e., configured and trained to suit one's own needs and tastes). Therefore, there were no two identical operating systems: 1. Each person had a computer set tailored to their own needs. These were like "ideal imaginary friends" that communicated with the owner and with each other. 2. Computer viruses were practically non-existent because, in this diversity, there were no common "security vulnerabilities" for all operating systems.

The most memorable moment was when operating systems were delivered as "seeds" that had to be "grown" in computers.

Ferlit switched her specialization to OS developer. I need to write this idea down.

Being transported to another world, encountering Nazgûl, and experiencing the horrors of sacrifice – these are just some of the unpleasant things that kept me from getting a good night's sleep. It was some kind of party at an apartment, a crowd of people, and I didn't know anyone except my older sister and a friend. I didn't remember most of the faces; they were just a blur, except for Lesha (who was just an unfamiliar, shady guy) and the guy who stole my friend's attention. I was bored and lonely, and I wanted to go home, but something subconsciously made me stay. I fell into a trance, and instead of the boring apartment with strangers, I found myself in a forest landscape. I was riding in a carriage with some old man, and everything was cozy and peaceful. I finally relaxed and started to rest. But the happiness didn't last long. A screeching sound (yes, the one from Lord of the Rings) echoed, and suddenly three Nazgûl were flying towards us. The old man turned the carriage, and our horses ran as fast as they could. And then, three more Nazgûl appeared in front of us. We turned again, but there were three more waiting. Now, all nine Nazgûl were chasing us in a row. I was panicking, and at some point, I realized that I was alone in the carriage, and the horses were just running blindly. And then, there was a cliff ahead. I knew that I would either die or the Nazgûl would take me. A jolt, and I was back in the apartment with the people. Lesha woke me up. It turned out that I had been in a trance for who knows how long. Most of the people had disappeared, either leaving or being killed. Only I, Lesha, my friend with the guy I mentioned earlier, and a few other unknown, insignificant people remained. My sister was also gone, but I didn't pay much attention to it. The wisest decision seemed to be to leave that damn apartment and go home. Lesha went with me, but the others preferred to stay. However, we didn't make it out of the building. The only thing we realized was that there were no more apartments, and the building wasn't in our world. We went back, but now there was no one else there. My mind went blank, and everything disappeared. I woke up in a dungeon, where a fat, bearded man with a crown was standing in front of me. Other people were milling around behind him; I didn't know who they were. He turned out to be the king of that world. The purpose of my abduction was clear from the first sentence: I had been chosen as a sacrifice for the prosperity of the country and the king. I started asking where all my friends were, but all I learned was that one of his sons had brought me here (can you guess who?), and the other had betrayed the king and fled with some girl. I don't remember the rest of the events; I probably just sat in the cell and waited to die, but I remember the terrible feeling of hopelessness. I only remember that the king and Lesha came to torment me. And then, at some point, I was free (someone helped me escape, but I don't remember the escape or the savior). I was in another city, and I was talking with my friend and her boyfriend, who turned out to be the king's second son, about a plan to take over the country from the usurper. And now, I was commanding an army of rebels who demanded that I become queen. They were apparently storming the castle, there were fights, and other things happened. I just stood on the sidelines and watched as others took care of things. At some point, I heard the news that the king was dead, and I was expected to take power. But I didn't want to rule that strange place, so I tried to escape. Soon, I was found by Lesha, who told me that he was the one who had helped me escape and that he had killed his father. In reality, he and his brother had been in cahoots all along and had gathered an army of dissatisfied people. But since one of them had to stay near the ruler, and the other was in command of another unit, they had to use me. I congratulated him on his success and demanded that he take me home. In response, I received a refusal and another offer to become queen of that country. It became clear that I wouldn't be going home, and that I couldn't live a normal life there if I refused, so I had to agree. I don't remember the coronation ceremony. I only remember that I officially took power over the country, while Lesha disappeared (and no one in the country knew about his deeds). On the same day, I appointed my friend's boyfriend as the ruler of the city, which was the main point of resistance. Before I woke up, I was talking with Lesha and offered him to rule the country either alone or together with me. The dream was much more vivid and intense. There were chases, fights, several attempts to kill me, and other interesting events, but I don't remember the sequence or the details, so I'm just conveying the structure that was imprinted on me as soon as I woke up.

I dreamt that I was playing Sylvan in the office, but they figured it out, and first, they took away my coolest cards (I was most worried about anime-Grimnir and anime-Lucic), and I had to go through all the bureaucratic hoops to get them back, but I was kind of afraid, thinking it wasn't appropriate, that I shouldn't be doing this at work, running around because of a game, but in the end, they took away my entire card collection, including the basic ones, and didn't even let me have a free discard. I woke up in a cold sweat.
I'm crazy >_>

Today I dreamt that I was buying protein. I kept thinking that since I'm skinny, I should drink a gainer first, not buy protein, but I still didn't seem to buy anything, and the dream shifted to some nonsense.

some kind of spider week.
Recently, I had a dream about a huge spider sitting on the wall above my pillow. In the morning, I searched the entire room – just in case it wasn't a dream and it was actually living somewhere in the room, coming out at night to wander around the walls. I didn't find anything, though.
Today, I dreamed of a spider again, but in a different part of the room. I woke up. I lay there, looking around, wondering what creature was sitting in my room and not moving. I turned on the light. It turned out to be a hair clip disguised as a spider.

Keywords: witch, superpower, killings.

The beginning of the dream is lost. It's unclear whether I initially possessed some kind of superpower or enhanced it with a witch (more on that later), but in short, I had a superpower, in the literal sense of the word. In addition, there was something like invulnerability. So, it all starts with me entering the house of some witch (the events take place not in a fantasy world, but in an ordinary one). It's quite creepy and scary there, the witch herself is not visible, at some point I hear her voice, which tells me what to do to gain more power/receive power (I don't remember what to do, it seems like it was some kind of ritual). I do it, I gain power, but I don't leave, but I start looking for the witch herself. The house becomes even scarier, and at some point (either I saw the witch, or something else happened) I run away, but the door is locked. Then I break the window and, as it were, slide down the building and continue running. I almost get hit by several trams. They were moving one after another and very quickly, maybe I could speed up time or something like that. When I realized that no one was chasing me, I remembered that I had things to do. I went to visit some friend in prison. They let me into the cell where he was supposed to be, there are a lot of prisoners, I ask about him, they hesitate, as if they don't know. In the end, it turns out that he was killed there. And here the most interesting thing begins. Being very upset and saddened, I start killing everyone in a row with my bare hands (mostly I twisted their necks, but I also broke their spines and stabbed their stomachs with my hand). The prisoners panic, they shout to open the cell, but the guards don't hear them. After I killed almost all the prisoners, the scene somehow moved to another place, just to some building where there are many people. In this building, I continue to kill people. Near the women's restroom, I come across a couple of women, I grab them by the necks and drag them into the women's restroom, and there are a whole bunch of these women. They are hiding. I tell them, "I'm sorry, but I don't want to be considered a sexist, so I'll have to kill you all." They start screaming and begging me not to kill them. I took pity on them (me, a maniac killer), decided that I would only kill two and started figuring out with the help of a counting rhyme who I would kill. In the process of counting, it turns out that there are several more men hiding in the women's restroom, I happily kill them, and I decide not to kill one big guy because his face was made up. Somewhere here the dream ends. Excellent dream. I have never played the role of a maniac killer in a dream before and killed so many people, I liked it.

I am a maniac killer.

We know, Haven. We know.

Due to certain circumstances, today was the first day in the last three weeks when I had a more or less normal day off and could sleep properly. I woke up with incredible heaviness in my body; my body refused to get up.
At night, I woke up from something, and I was so disoriented that the hook on the wardrobe right above my head seemed like a huge spider (the hooks themselves seemed like mandibles), but my body was so tired that I didn't have the strength to react, so I just pulled the blanket over my head so I wouldn't see it (lol).

And then I had a dream about some kind of action, the details of which I don't remember very well. In general, there was some large area where the government was doing all sorts of terrible things (inside the building), and people were hanging out outside (kids were playing football, etc.), and I stuck my nose into the forbidden area, talked to the president (he thought that since I entered, I couldn't be an uninvited guest), then I met some woman in a white coat, she asked what I was doing there, I steered the conversation to some other topic, then I said that my arm hurt (I once told her that when I was trying to learn to draw, I had to quit because of problems), and she smiled maliciously and said, "We'll fix it now, come with me." At that point, I started to suspect something was wrong and said, "Maybe we can do it another day." My request, of course, was ignored, and they poured a sedative into my mouth. I didn't swallow it and pretended to be asleep. I "woke up" in some kind of ward with a bunch of... chambers? Well, basically, cylindrical things with liquid inside. As I quickly noticed, there were people inside them. I got up (of course, no one was holding me down, because the CIS scam can't do anything properly), wandered around the laboratory, looked at a stack of documents - it turned out that they were re-engineering people to turn them into brainwashed soldiers of the regime. Not the highest quality, but completely obedient. I grabbed the folder and a sample of this stuff and ran away. At the exit from the laboratory, I saw two guys, and because I was running down the stairs, I jumped and knocked one of them down with my knee, and I don't remember what I did with the other one, and I ran away. I ran, hid, and an hour or two passed. I was planning to sell these documents for money to some revolutionaries or abroad... Then I went into a store, where a cute girl worked, and it was both her workplace and her living space (behind the store was a living area). So, I'm standing in line, and two guys call out to me, and one whispers, "You're being watched" (pointing his finger at an ugly but healthy guy in a coat)... I don't know what my plan was next, but when it was my turn, I offered the girl to kiss me for a couple of thousand, she hesitated, but agreed when I raised the price. Then we went into the back room, and after a few scenes, I woke up.
I never found out how my escape with the secret data ended.

so I just pulled the blanket over my head so I wouldn't have to see it

That's a perfectly reasonable reaction to nighttime hallucinations.
Revan, why are you afraid of spiders? Spiders are cute... As a child, I occasionally had dreams about spiders in a negative light. Once, I dreamed of a giant harvestman spider that was bigger than the house, and it was creepy. Another time, there was some strange spider on the bed, and I tried to swat it with my hand, but it wouldn't die and became noticeably bigger after each attempt, so in the end, I was like, "Ugh, it's already the size of a dog, time to get out of here!"
But lately, it's been the opposite. You walk past a wall, and there's this cute, fluffy black and white spider sitting on it. And I stood there for a long time, admiring it... It's a good thing no one saw me.

Arachnophile.