Posts from Dreams. Auto-translated

Then Lokken.

Well, it can’t be Arandor, with its long-haired, blonde elf.

a long-haired, blonde elf

As if that's a bad thing.

I had a dream that I was kicking a ball with my classmates in the schoolyard (although the hall didn't look like ours, but I had the feeling that the action was taking place in our school). To be more precise, there were only two of them in the dream, the ones who exist in real life, and the rest of the guys were strangers, but I felt like I knew them. We had a nice, relaxed kickabout. And it was all so realistic, with blatant blunders and other delights of those who like to kick a ball in the yard. What a good, kind, and warm dream. I'm going to watch a video of us kicking a ball in real life, ah...

Today I dreamt something resembling an interesting dream — I can even describe it in the topic.
In short, after we all gave up on Actea, our nations in it ceased to exist. But what happened to the people who lived in them? Today I found the answer to that question. They founded the city of Redcliffe — a utopia city, a dream city. The beauty of the buildings, their technological sophistication, yet the bright, sunny streets and no stench in the air that I can recall — in short, truly a wonderful place. Also, as I walked along its streets, I noticed its very vibrant international makeup; people of all skin tones were found in this city — nevertheless, there were no cultural differences between them, or at least I didn't encounter any, because my dream was focused on something else.
One day, I suddenly felt anxious about a disease that had appeared in the city — the word plague flickered somewhere between the lines — and I set out to find its source. My investigations first led me to a river that ran through the entire city, and as I descended lower and lower along its current, to a dam through which the river passed. Diving into the river and swimming into the dam against the current (my memory skipped this episode, so there were no difficulties), I began to study the dam's interior, which resembled wide ventilation shafts — wide enough for several people to fit, yet so low that all movement had to be done by crawling. Crawling through them, I saw traces of biological weapon use, several corpses, and an inscription next to one of them on the wall: "You all will die." After I discovered this, or perhaps a bit later, after I got out, I was suddenly visited by a flashback, but not of my own memories — rather like in a book or movie, when the detective has already solved the mystery and the viewer is shown how it really happened.
Six months ago, a game developer or someone responsible for it noticed our region and compiled an infographic showing that Actea's population should be around 900,000 people, but it had significantly dropped to about 30,000 people complete nonsense, actually — the city I saw was at least a million-plus, and more likely a large metropolis like Moscow or New York. After conducting an even more thorough infographic, he saw that all nations how, didn't they go extinct? of Actea received an issue at the same time — one of those that always leads to more or less bad consequences, but even that couldn't explain such a population drop. An announcement was even made on the game news board about this — I was about to tell the HeroesWorld folks about it, like "look, they've noticed our forgotten Actea!" but then remembered I was watching a flashback, so I didn't tell anyone and continued watching. In short, due to this situation, several large teams of special agents were sent to Actea to find out what was going on and fix everything. The special agents moved just like I did — along the river, toward the dam. However, not far from it, almost all groups decided they had found the solution to the problem — what they mistook for a discharge of ordinary sewage, and so they stopped searching, and only one small group crawled inside the dam. There, they were ambushed by some cultists; a firefight broke out, during which the cultists were killed, but only three agents remained. A dying cultist began telling the agents how the city was doomed, that they had already deployed their biological weapon, and then wrote on the wall with his finger, I think with his own blood — "You all will die." The agents just watched and stood dumbfounded. Then, the cultist suggested the agents throw a sample of the captured filth into one of the holes in the "floor," where there was more filth. The agent for some reason did so. A rapid chemical reaction began, and the agent hastily crawled out of the dam to avoid being hit by its consequences — he managed to jump into the water. However, what happened scared him so much, and it also completely contradicted the reports from other groups, that he decided not to report it to leadership. In the end, all three agents who were there — two men and one woman — sat in one of the beautiful summer cafés of the utopian city, as beautiful and flawless as everything else. They discussed whether they should still tell what they saw or not. At that moment, I approached them to give my opinion.
Everything cut off, and I only saw several posts by Sezam on HeroesWorld, one after another — in them, she was writing a fanfic about the events I described above; in one of these same posts, I saw the city's name for the first time — Redcliffe, yes indeed, it hadn't appeared at all during the rest of the dream. I remember how, in the last post, Sezam concluded that everyone died, but that applied only to the fanfic's characters (the agents and, possibly, me?) — the city's fate remained unknown. But since Sezam chose wording that echoed the cultist's words so closely, who knows...

Notice how reality and virtuality are whimsically mixed in this dream — on one hand, the whole city is real enough for me to walk through it; on the other hand, I see cinematic flashbacks and remember that this is a creation of the HeroesWorld folks. This is a trait of almost all my dreams, so I'm not joking when I say my main life is in the computer — even my subconscious agrees with that.

in one of those posts, I saw the name of the town – Redcliffe – for the first time.

What a funny coincidence. I'm actually rewatching the Harry Potter movies right now. I also wanted to write about it in the movie thread, but I decided to finish watching them first.

I dreamt that we, along with the Heroes of Might and Magic players, gathered in real life (I didn't understand which city, but it doesn't matter). First, we were riding in a minivan, and Mент was driving, exceeding the speed limit, running red lights, and generally breaking all the rules. After a couple of such incidents, Neyra thought it would be wise to replace him as the driver. Then, Mент surprised everyone again when he suggested having a drink in the sauna. And for some reason, Alex explained to him that alcohol doesn't mix well with a sauna. In general, I've dreamt about the Heroes of Might and Magic players before, but this was the first time they were so different from the established images I have of them.

I probably hadn't even grown a beard yet...

and you were on the red team.

I had a dream over the weekend where traffic cops were harassing me. It seemed like they weren't getting anywhere, and I thought they would eventually give up. But then, one of the cops surprised me: "We found something in your car." "Excuse me, what?" "Something... unpleasant." "Excuse me, what... Do you have any proof?" The cop opens a book and reads aloud, as I understood, the official instructions. There was also a section about my case. The cop reads it aloud: "Question him, and if he doesn't use any of the following words (and then he lists some made-up swear words), let him go." Well, okay...

and you were on the red team

He said it as if I usually support the blue team.

:sad face

I had a dream today that I ended up in some strange place that I couldn't leave. There were no visible obstacles to prevent this, but the fact that I couldn't leave remained. I wasn't alone there; there were other people, most of whom were clearly not entirely mentally stable, while others seemed fine, or at least pretended to be. It's unclear what the purpose of this place was; nothing special happened there, and life went on in a rather dull way, like a pale imitation of real life. In short, I spent ten years there. That's the dream I had.

:с

Just in case, it's not just about not playing as the red faction either...

I had a dream today that I ended up in some strange place from which I couldn't leave. There were no visible obstacles to this, but the fact that it was forbidden didn't change. I wasn't alone there; there were other people, most of whom were clearly not entirely mentally sound, while others seemed fine, or were simply pretending to be. It's unclear why this place was created; nothing special happened there, and life went on in a rather dull way, like a pale imitation of real life. In short, I spent ten years there. That's what the dream was like.

It wasn't a dream...

If anything, he's not just for the Reds either...

It's clear now, Ment is on the side of Father Makhno. I probably would have been on that side too at that time.