Posts from Dreams. Auto-translated

It happened several times before. Especially before some important and responsible day, I have this kind of dream. The last time I had a dream like that, where I was trying to fall asleep and then woke up in the middle of the night, was the night before my dissertation defense. However, I didn't have the opportunity to sleep longer, and I had to leave early in the morning. So, I went to bed quite early that day because I was sleep-deprived, and I fell asleep immediately.

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Well, here's another night when I didn't sleep well and had a strange dream. It was a horror story with an erotic undertone (I knew what was going on and who was involved, but without going into details, everything just played out). I was some kind of married woman (I had cool, long, curly black hair), living in a town (apparently, a small city). My husband was a few years older than me, and he was a cop, an alcoholic, and prone to constantly beating up people he didn't like (i.e., me). And it seems that I was given to him not out of great and pure love, but rather at the request of my parents. In general, there was nothing good about this family life. Moreover, everyone around knew what was happening to me, but since they had good relationships with my husband, they ignored my bruises and never asked how I was doing (and if they did ask, I had to pretend that everything was fine). Besides, my face was rarely bruised; mostly, the bruises were under my clothes, and no one saw them. I needed to go far from home to some big, good supermarket to buy groceries for the week (as I did every week). There, I accidentally met a cute guy who looked closer to my age than my husband. And we somehow clicked. Then it turned out that he was actually a werewolf and was going to eat me. But I wasn't against it; I was so tired of life that, even though I was a little scared, I was willing to die and explained to my new acquaintance why. In the end, he took pity on me, spared me, and instead, he kind of convinced me to have an affair. After that, I started seeing him as often as possible. At the same time, thanks to these dates, I became a very obedient wife, trying to please my inadequate husband in every way, just to leave the house more often. Fortunately, all the explicit scenes with my husband were also skipped (considering that he was always a drunk, ugly brute, this was even good; I wouldn't want to keep such things in my memory). In short, life was improving, and I was beaten less often. In addition, I helped my lover choose victims so that he could eat when he turned into a werewolf. And I saw in quite a lot of detail what he did to his victims. I still remember two murders, and the third is more like a fact that it happened. Moreover, he attacked happily married women, and in his monstrous form, he did something bad to them right in their homes (I also skipped this, but for some reason, I knew about it, and I didn't care, just like I didn't care about the other events; apparently, I was very hurt by the fact that my beatings were ignored). Then he carried the beaten and scratched women to a cave, tore them apart, and ate them there. It's not very pleasant that I remember this, but fortunately, the scenes are gradually fading (when I just woke up, everything was more vivid in my memories). My husband's attitude towards me was becoming better, but he saw on TV in the local news that they were talking about the disappearance of women and that nothing was found in their homes except for the blood of the missing women. They also suggested that this was the work of some kind of monster, possibly a werewolf, and that he was likely being helped by someone local. That same day, in the shed, I happily approached him, hugged him, and said that I needed to go to the store for groceries. This psychopath began to understand and put things together (or maybe it was all in a drunken delirium), and instead of money for groceries, I got a slap and accusations that it was I who brought the werewolf, that I was cheating, and that it was all my fault, and he, poor thing, was fooled and couldn't understand why I was so good. Trying to defend myself from the blows, I tried to convince my alcoholic that he was wrong, but he was adamant and preferred to beat me to death. I was already ready to accept my fate, but the werewolf burst into the shed and brutally tore my tormentor to pieces (the memory of him tearing him apart is still fresh). Then I was ready to die at the hands of my lover, but instead, he took on human form and offered me to become a werewolf too, and for the local fools, we would simply be considered dead so that they wouldn't look for me. Of course, I agreed, after which I received a strong blow from a clawed paw so that my blood would also be in the shed, and I would be mistaken for one of the missing victims. That's basically when I woke up. It was a strange dream, though.

Keywords: Siever, golden underwear, Castle, pit, death, magic sword, prison.

I had a dream about an expansion pack. I don't remember much, it all happened quickly. Many people were playing, but I only remember my character and Siever's character. I was playing as some guy from a "rare" faction, his name was Irion Ik (or something like that). The others also had interesting names (in the dream, I was holding a list of our group, but I only remember my character's name). Siever was playing as a buff hero, wearing only underwear (golden in color) and boots (like Conan the Barbarian). And he was the commander. As a group, we approached a Castle/building that we were supposed to attack. Siever wanted to sneak in quietly, but the others complained that they didn't want to do that, it wasn't interesting, and they could easily defeat everyone. Siever reluctantly agreed. As a result, we somehow got inside and killed a couple of enemies. But then, as a group, we found ourselves on a ledge in the middle of a pit with water (we were teleported there by some kind of sorcerer). Above us, on the edges of the pit, were enemies who started shooting at us. We tried to defend ourselves and fell into the pit. The funniest thing was that in the process of defending ourselves, we ended up killing each other. Siever's cool sword somehow ended up with me (the sword was golden, matching his underwear), and I used it to kill a huge fish that had already bitten someone from our group in half (probably Arandor). Somehow, I managed to get out of the pit (there was a doorway in the middle of the wall). I stood in the doorway and saw Siever on the opposite side, on a ledge, shouting for me to throw him the sword. I threw him the sword. The sword flew in slow motion, against the backdrop of characters dying from giant predatory fish, enemy fire, and friendly fire. It reached Siever, he used the sword's power, and it took us back to the time when we were standing in front of the Castle. This time, we did as he suggested and sneaked into the Castle quietly. We found ourselves in some corridors with prison cells (the place looked like the beginning of Dark Souls). We walked around there, wondering what to do next, which way to go. We thought about it for a long time. Someone peed in a corner, and because of the uneven floor, it spread all over the surface (thankfully, I was wearing boots). I approached Siever and said, "Look at this, what a slob, there's a hole in the floor specifically for this." And he was like, "What?" and then he started peeing on the wall. Someone from our group heard the noise of approaching enemies. And in the country where we were, many nationalities that we were playing as were banned from entering. All these characters (including mine) went into one large cell and pretended to be prisoners. And a few of the remaining ones acted like mercenaries who had captured them (a brilliant scheme, you can fool anyone). When the enemies arrived, the dream ended.

I dreamt that I was sitting in some small club with my older brother. He, of course, wasn't drinking anything, and I allowed myself to have some drink (a very interesting situation given my current circumstances, lol). I had fun, started actively communicating, and during some "fun contest," things turned out in such a way that it seemed like I proposed to someone or something like that; I don't remember the details. The next day, I had already forgotten about it; for me, it was all just a joke. Then, unexpectedly, her relatives showed up, three sows – grandmother, mother, and sister – and they started looking around, acting like they were at home (I don't even know why I let them in), and they even brought a dog with them, and I generally can't stand pets, especially dogs. Then they asked me for my phone number and card details (i.e., my bank card), and I told them all to get the hell out of here, and they reacted with such genuine shock in their eyes, as if I were some kind of terrible person. That's when the dream ended.

You watch too many of those clips of yours, and then you start having all sorts of nightmares.

I dreamed that I met a girl named Sarah (guess her nationality. LOOK LOOK, HE GAVE HIMSELF AWAY! SHE'S A MUSICIAN! PROBABLY PLAYS THE VIOLIN!) I met her at a recreation center where I used to vacation with my parents as a child (that's how it "goes" in the dream; irl the center looks different, and now it's probably long abandoned). Sarah was vacationing there with her family. I crossed paths with her while she was playing with a tennis ball with her younger sister (about 10 years old). I was walking by and the ball accidentally hit me. THAT'S HOW WE MET! Sarah and I started talking. She spoke kind of strangely; it seemed like she couldn't pronounce the letter "r". I even mimicked her sometimes, jokingly of course. She didn't mind. For a while, her little sister ran around us, but then she bailed. Sarah asked what my deal was, who I was in life, if I'd messed anything up, one circumcision or a menorah to the eye? (interrogation of a khokhol in a Jewish concentration camp) There was a funny question about salary. When I said how many centimeters hryvnias my salary was (irl I don't work, but in the dream I said what will most likely be irl - 6000 (220 dollars)), Sarah replied that "only 3200 is worse" (115 dollars, like the minimum wage in Ukraine), and I said it at the same time as her, which turned out funny.
Anyway, eventually we reached the seashore. By that time, I had loaded her up with smart words that I still remember. By the way, something was wrong with her head, because she looked down strangely during the conversation and often repeated my phrases and whole sentences aloud. We're chatting, wanting to sit on some pebbles, and suddenly Sarah disappears and a laptop appears! On which I start playing Diablo with the ХВ-ers (Good Lord, it's just enough to make me cry), and Sarah was gone as if she never existed (CURSED ХВ, EVEN RUINS MY DREAMS!) I write in the General chat that I can't start playing, and Arandor writes to go to a thread on ХВ and read how to join their server. That's how it went.

I am among the хв-ers, while
I must find peace
I cannot order ХВ to fall apart
I pay no attention to what Arandor says
There is no dream of the next day here

I listen to atmospheric black metal and go deaf
Drowning in ХВ,
This is my fate
I no longer wish to see
The threads they created for me

The poem isn't mine, it's a reworked excerpt from a song.

We were chatting, wanting to sit down on the pebbles, and then Sarah disappears and a laptop appears! On which I start playing Diablo with HeroesWorld guys

Basically, a brief metaphor for the entire process of life.

I still can't figure out if that dream was cool or just plain crazy. Anyway, it all started with me watching a cute couple on a date. Everything was sweet, charming, and generally good. But they ended up in the "wrong neighborhood," and they were both kidnapped by the henchmen of some woman (I remember she was an elderly blonde) and began to be tortured. The guy didn't seem to be tortured much and was quickly killed, but the girl was forced to rape another kidnapped guy (he was actually strongly against it), after which she was beaten badly and locked in a cell. Then I became an active character, and I was supposedly looking for the missing guys, even though I wasn't a detective (well, I was very worried about the girl, maybe she was my relative, who knows). In any case, without much difficulty, I got to the lair of this woman. There, she showed me all her "living toys" and experiments involving perverse abuse of some of them (but I don't remember what they did, and thank God for that). She even showed me the girl I was looking for, but she was already some kind of animal. I don't know if the torture victim recognized me or not, but she clung to my legs and begged me to save her. Realizing that if I grabbed her hand and ran with her, I would end up in an even worse situation, I decided to rudely push the poor girl away and demonstratively told her to mind her own business. After that, in a private setting, I pretended to the mistress of the house that I completely agreed with her views on life, that I liked her predilections, and that we were on the same team. And to confirm the truth of my words, I had to kiss the woman passionately. After this disgusting ordeal, the woman led me to another room, where she showed me a degenerate teenager who turned out to be her own son. And although the child looked like a real mutant, it was clear that he was a good guy, even if not very smart. In the end, I was offered to stay in this house temporarily (the conditions provided were actually great for me, they even offered to use the "toys" at my discretion, but thankfully I didn't have to do that). Next, there were some kind of excursions and inappropriate outings, during which I simultaneously conducted my investigation, studying the possibilities of escaping with that girl and the other guys without being pursued by the evil woman. I remember being offered to try on all sorts of outfits, I was given very cool glasses that were too big for me, lol, and I also watched all sorts of orgies, during which I usually ran off to do my investigations. When I was taken to some huge building, which was simultaneously a laboratory, a cool residence, a torture chamber, and all sorts of other things in one bottle, I had the opportunity to meet several men. One of them was some kind of super-scientist, the second was helping him, one was a frightening mountain of muscle, and the fourth, I don't know who, maybe he just ran by. There, I again went off on my own and began to explore the building. At first, I was sure that this time I would definitely be able to escape with that girl, but again, something went wrong. First, while sneaking around, I learned that the entire area was under the control of this woman, and there was no help to be expected. On the contrary, they would grab me along with the woman. Secondly, I witnessed one of the experiments, where several tortured young men were killed in some kind of machine to which the woman's degenerate son was connected. As a result, the boy looked a little better and healthier. Later, I managed to find out that the scientists had found some way to extract life from people, which would help bring the woman's son back to normal. Only, a huge number of people need to be killed for the boy to fully recover. So, I realized that I was one of the potential victims for this machine, which means I need to get out of here urgently, even if it's without the girl. Besides, I knew that they were looking for me all over the building. In short, looking at all this bacchanalia, I came to the conclusion that it was time to kill this crazy woman, because without her, none of this is needed. It was clear that I wouldn't be given a gun, and the woman was guarded by that mountain of muscle, so I had only to take a knife and kill the woman and her bodyguard in stealth mode, like Melis Scammerfield. But that's when I woke up.

Naira almost always dreams about pornography and mutants. Where is Grandpa Freud?

I prefer dreams with violent killings and chases, where I am pursued and they want to kill me, rather than dreams with sex scenes. It's probably in third or even fourth place after all sorts of incomprehensible, inexplicable drug-induced experiences.

At night, Neira comes up with scenarios for expeditions.

Naira almost always dreams about pornography and mutants. Where is Grandpa Freud?

Eros prevails over Thanatos, which means everything is fine.

I had a strange dream today. It started with me walking through one of the markets in our city. I was there in real life last summer when I was looking for a service center for some gadget. I walked around, approached a stationery shop, and asked for sketchbooks. They showed me some, but they were all either graph paper or lined. None of them were suitable, so I left and walked past some Armenians or Gypsies who were selling something and arguing with each other. I noticed that I was holding a pillow (a large one; usually, three of them come with a bed). I thought to myself, what the heck am I doing with a pillow; it's so inconvenient to carry. I started looking for an exit, but the market was incredibly confusing (it's the same in real life). I thought I saw a place with a fence that looked like the place I came from. I walked closer, and the gate was open, but behind the fence, there was a horse race. A bunch of horses were running around. I got angry and said, where is the exit? I stepped back a few meters from the gate, and then a truck appeared, which backed up and crashed into the fence (as if the brakes failed, and it rolled down a hill) right where I was standing just a moment ago. It crashed and somehow knocked down a huge piece of the fence. A herd of horses rushed through the hole that was created. For some reason, I needed to go in the opposite direction, so I ran right under their hooves. I dodged one, then another, and then I woke up.

*A joke about a market stall*

So, I walk into the ring – it's some kind of regional MMA championship, or maybe not even regional, and not even a championship, because it was held either in a school or a dormitory (although the ring looks like it's for professionals). My opponent is some unknown guy, roughly my build. The referee quickly explained the rules, everything as usual, and the fight begins. I start pressing forward on my opponent in the style of a stubborn bulldozer, taking slow steps and keeping a tight defense. I take a couple of steps forward, and suddenly, the damn floor of the ring throws me up in the air! I try to strike again, and it happens again. My opponent starts spinning and doing all sorts of fancy kicks, and this mischievous trampoline, which apparently replaced the floor of the ring, throws him up to the ceiling. My opponent continues to fly, and I continue trying to catch him in bulldozer style. After who knows how many minutes, he flies up again, I fly up after him, grab him by the heel, and I'm about to tear his Achilles tendon, but the fight is stopped: time's up. The audience is unhappy, everyone doesn't care that they put a trampoline instead of a ring; the fighters are, of course, to blame. I leave the ring, go to sleep, and wait for some other fight. I didn't wait, I woke up.

I would be interested in seeing that.

Today was a very rough night; it still feels like I didn't actually sleep, but was just delirious. First, I woke up at four in the morning with the realization that I was running around a non-existent location in Baldur's Gate in my dream, completing some kind of quest. I remember that throughout almost the entire game, there were constant dialogues with the dwarf, Ian. When I woke up, I lay there staring into space for who knows how long before passing out again and plunging into a world of madness. I don't know what was happening, but I remember a lot of dialogues that I was listening to, but not participating in. I don't know what they were discussing. I woke up again with the thought that I was processing the information I had received. I didn't bother to check the time and continued trying to fall asleep, which wasn't easy. Again, unclear events led to me waking up at around 7:30 AM. And again, I had to toss and turn, but eventually, I managed to fall asleep. And again, I dreamed of some kind of nonsense; it was around 11:30-12:00 (I don't know exactly how long I lay there, but I got up at 12:30). Despite all this, before going to bed, I washed with a shower gel that is supposed to help with insomnia (not that I was doing it intentionally; I just needed something to wash with, so I used what I was given). Before, it was difficult for me to fall asleep, but not with all this craziness!