Posts from Dreams. Auto-translated

Communicates with clones.

I had a dream with incredibly fantastic colors, as if I were watching the clouds. The light was bright red, like at sunset. The clouds were very dynamic and quickly changed shape, taking on bizarre outlines. For example, one cloud seemed to spread thick, octopus-like tentacles in different directions... A cloud resembling a stegosaurus is moving through the city, but much larger, covering huge skyscrapers that are hidden in the shadows on the horizon. Moreover, the cloud descended right to the ground and seemed to be walking through the city. At some point, it seemed like it was a real animal, especially since it suddenly turned black, acquired a denser texture, and began to resemble a figure made of lava, dark with red streaks.
At that moment, I began to suspect something was wrong and got a little scared. I remember taking off from the city in an airplane and looking at it from above, and red cloud-like creatures were walking around it, as if the place was engulfed in fire. Or maybe it was some kind of cataclysm causing fire and destruction... The plane gains altitude and circles around a huge red, multi-headed hydra, whose necks stretch to the sky. And I think, if this is just a cloud, then if it moves, we will crash into this monster... But apparently, the hydra didn't really want to move, and it didn't care about us; maybe it really was just a cloud, but we flew past it many times and remained perfectly fine.
And the city was shaken by an earthquake... And that's where the beauty ended, along with my dream.

The beginning of the dream is lost in my memory, but the premise was that I was wandering through my hometown at night in a state of heavy intoxication, staggering and barely understanding what I was doing. It felt like I was completely drunk on strong alcohol, but as it turned out later, the intoxication was caused by some kind of drug. I didn't know what my goal was or where I was going. At some point, I met a strange, boisterous man who, upon seeing me, started kicking his legs in my direction like a zealous karate practitioner. I didn't like that, so I attacked him and knocked him to the ground, after which I slammed his head against the asphalt until I saw blood flowing. I quickly fled to some back alleys, with rural houses and the like. Climbing into some dilapidated bungalow, I met a bald old man who, for some reason, was called nothing other than Farmer, even though all he had was a miserable shack and a cellar nearby. We drank some wine, and the old man told me that the drug I had taken allowed me to see special hallucinations, from which I could learn something very important. At the moment he was saying this, I did indeed see some kind of image in the style of Mayan art flash before my eyes for a moment, but with incomprehensible hieroglyphs that were out of place. It was only for a couple of seconds, like a slide in a presentation. Of course, I didn't understand anything. Hearing a siren approaching from a distance, I threw the unfinished bottle on the floor and went to the exit of the cellar outside. Crouching down, I hid behind a low stone fence surrounding the cellar and cautiously peeked out. Many police cars were patrolling the narrow, nighttime rural streets; I had only seen that many in St. Petersburg, but it's a common occurrence there. I hoped that I had just knocked out the karate man, but seeing such a large police presence, I realized that I had killed him after all. The Farmer advised me to hide in a closet, and he himself hid in a nearby one. I stood hunched over in the dusty closet, my vision blurred, and I was obsessing over various things. I thought that my DNA was left on the discarded bottle, and now they would be able to identify me. And also that I had been skipping school for a hundred years and hadn't been home, and they were probably looking for me anyway. Then I remembered that I had finished school a long time ago, lol. After that, everything was vague. They found us, they arrested me, and they put the old man on an operating table and started to remove some kind of metal object from his nasopharynx with surgical instruments without anesthesia. But he didn't care, and he just asked them to put it back in. Then, as a punishment, I was placed on a high spire with a tiny platform surrounded by low railings. I couldn't stand still; I was swaying from side to side, and I felt like I was about to fall and break my neck. The moment this happened slipped from my memory, but I died. Strangely enough, the dream didn't end there. I found myself in a spacious, freshly dug grave, where, besides me, there were unfamiliar anime characters with multicolored hair. They were just sitting motionless, silent, and staring into nowhere, like dolls, but I knew that they had also just died. Taking advantage of their apathy, I climbed onto the shoulders of one of them and thus got out of the grave. After that, I was back on the spire, but just at the moment I was falling over the railing and falling down. But this time, I didn't break my neck; I landed on the cornice of a neighboring building, although there were no neighboring buildings around the last time. It's rare to wake up not at the moment of death in a dream, but when you survive it, and this is one of those cases.

I found myself in a spacious, freshly dug grave, where, besides me, there were unfamiliar anime characters with multicolored hair. They were simply sitting motionless, silent, and staring into nothingness.

They?

There were two guys and a girl, who looked a bit like a Heroes community member's avatar, only she looked older and not as cheerful.

Alright, Hero, what do you have to say in your defense?

I am not yet dead.

Are you sure?

Yeah, I guess so.

A Heroes player travels through time!

It sneaks into other people's dreams and dies there.

Maybe you also work as an incubus?

No, I don’t do that for extra money.

a girl, somewhat resembling the avatar of a Heroes fan, but looked older and not as cheerful.

Yes, this one looks more like it, but the other one was more... 3D, or something like that, but I don't remember it very well.

I had a terrible nightmare: I was fighting in a battle with a halberd, and after 10-15 hits, I couldn't take anyone down. Everyone just ignored my attacks, and I had the feeling that I was only dealing about 40% of the normal damage, but I couldn't do anything about it.