Posts from Dreams. Auto-translated

Fell asleep in class again, and I dreamt that I was in the same class, in the same place, and the class ended. I wanted to leave, woke up, and it turned out that I still had half of the class left to sleep through.

only half of the couple needs to go to sleep.

I like your honesty.

For about a week now, almost every day, I've been dreaming that I'm talking to someone in my sleep. The dreams were different, some with a fantasy theme, for example, but in all the dreams, I consistently COMMUNICATED with some unfamiliar people in different places (public transport, a queue somewhere, just a street). And these weren't drug-induced dialogues, but the most ordinary ones, like in real life. And I responded in the same way I would in real life. It's already getting annoying. Yesterday evening, I wanted to write about it. I thought that nothing would happen tonight, but no. Hmm. I wonder, after how many years of this kind of existence will I start having hallucinations that I can talk to?

Again

For the past couple of weeks, I haven't been sleeping well. I wake up 3-5 times a night. As a result, it's hard to get out of bed in the morning, and I feel like I've only slept for a couple of hours. But at least I'm not interacting with anyone in my dreams anymore. Today, I had some strange, nonsensical dreams, and I managed to remember a couple of them quite well. In one of them, my friend (in the dream, he's my friend, but in reality, he's just some random guy) and I, dirty and beaten, are fleeing the battlefield through some woods. Our army has basically lost, and we can still hear the sounds of the enemy finishing off the remnants of our troops behind us. We're trying to escape quietly, and I notice that riders from the enemy are appearing among the trees – another wave of reinforcements. But these aren't ordinary human riders; they're some kind of amorphous creatures, as if made of clay, capable of changing shape, and you can't easily kill them. I gesture to my friend to be quiet. We try to cross a clearing, but we're spotted. A couple of riders and a few more infantrymen attack. One of the riders charges at me. I'm armed with a one-handed sword, while the enemy has some kind of two-handed sword. (Oh, that feeling of doom, when you can't run or win, and all that's left is a long and sorrowful wait for the end.) Thinking, "Well, we're screwed," and thinking about how to stab him in the stomach and get away, I stab him in the stomach and manage to jump back. (Out of the corner of my eye, I see my friend manage to knock the second rider out of the saddle and immobilize him – apparently, my friend is some kind of badass fighter.) But since this thing isn't human, it doesn't care. A kind of smiley face appears on its face, with two eyes and a cheeky grin. This thing throws its two-handed sword at me (heavy, rusty, battered) and, as if from its own body, creates two more swords. In general, I somehow managed to defeat this thing. I had to cut it in half and back again about ten times. My friend managed to take down three of the amorphous creatures, but in the end, a bunch more showed up, and they either captured us or let us go; it's not clear.

Oh, that feeling of doom, when you can't escape or win, and all that remains is a tormenting and sorrowful wait for the end.

It often happens in dreams, although I always frantically try to find a way out of the situation until the very end, and sometimes it even happens that in the last second I manage to get out "scot-free."

and once I was wounded in a dream, during a battle, and I was left to die.

once I was wounded in a dream, during a battle, and I was left to die.

This happened several times. Although not always during a battle, sometimes it was just an accident.
And at the same time, there was this feeling of impending death, and what a relief it was when the brain finally woke up.

In that case, I didn't feel any pressure. Surprisingly, I was calm, and there weren't any strong emotions.

It often happens in dreams, although I always frantically try to find a way out of the situation until the very end, and sometimes it even happens that I manage to escape "scot-free" at the last second.

It often happens in life.

and I always come out of the water soaking wet.

I usually feel invincible in my dreams. No matter how much trouble I get into (and I really do get into a lot of it), I always manage to get out.

For the last couple of weeks, I've been having restless sleep. I wake up 3-5 times a night. As a result, it's hard to get out of bed in the morning, and I feel like I only slept for two hours. But at least I don't interact with anyone in my dreams anymore. Today, I had some kind of strange mishmash dream; I managed to remember a few dreams well. In one of them, my comrade and I (in the dream he was my comrade, but in reality, he's just some nobody), dirty and beaten, are fleeing from the battlefield through some forests. Our army has apparently lost, and we can still hear behind us as they finish off the remnants of our troops. We try to escape quietly, and I notice that riders from the enemy appear among the trees – another reinforcement.

Before "amorphous creatures," I thought Nebok had ended up in the army of my enemies from this dream.

I dreamt that I came home after work, went to the kitchen to quickly cook something, and turned on the TV to glance at it while I was cooking. There was a football match on, but I didn't recognize the teams, and I thought it was a foreign broadcast on Eurosport or something similar, although I didn't pay attention to the channel. The sound was muted, and the stereo was playing instead. Then, I gradually started to notice that the match was quite interesting, the score was increasing rapidly, and the goalkeepers were conceding extremely silly goals. Then I realized that Lokomotiv and Spartak were playing, and it was some old recording because Ovtchinnikov and Sennikov kept appearing on the screen. After Ovtchinnikov scored twice in a row with direct shots from his own goal, I decided to turn on the sound to hear the commentator's reaction, but I didn't have time; the dream ended on a shot of Ovtchinnikov laughing.

By the end of the first half, the score was 4:3 in favor of Lokomotiv.

I had a dream that I was eating cubes of cane sugar.

Dreaming of sugar cubes – foreshadows the unexpected death of characters in an expedition.

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Why to the unexpected one?