Dreams. Auto-translated

Yep.

You must have been dreaming about Ukraine.

I dreamt that I was riding with a dog on a leash in a train. And then I was playing with it in my apartment. I would give it various things made of many parts, and it would move them with its paw. Once, it peed on my floor.
Yep.

Creepy.

There was about half a dozen of them. I nudged one with my hand when I saw it curl up, and then I felt guilty for interrupting the biological process.

Some idiot set up a mortar in the yard and aimed it at my house.

And then he fired.

And thought, "Well, that's that," while I just sat down and continued playing something on my computer.

I laughed at this.
Good dreams...

Actually, I liked this part of the dream less than the last one (despite all the horror) because I don't like dreams that are too closely tied to reality.

Do you often see people with mortars in the courtyard?

A typical day in the Donetsk People's Republic.

I dreamt that I was cooking something with my family and some anime characters. For some reason, I needed a giant tarantula for the cooking, and its body was sewn together with the bodies of flies and other spiders. So, I went to get it from the shelf. By the way, all of this was also sewn into the shelf for some strange reason. Before taking it, I decided to make sure and, just in case it was still alive (lol), tear off its head. I couldn't tear off the head, and, getting angry, I threw a crumpled piece of paper at it. That's when it turned out that the tarantula was indeed alive. Waking up, it broke free from the shelf and flew somewhere into the kitchen. Frightened, I ran to my room for a dagger to cut off the creature's head. Meanwhile, the creature flew out onto the balcony and successfully escaped through the wide-open window. And then we, the whole family, quickly ran to lock all the windows in the house so that the tarantula wouldn't come back. The end of the story.

-- What was that?!
-- Dinner.
-- ?!
-- Well, it's a little undercooked, I didn't cook it long enough.

I dreamt that I was cooking something with my family and some anime characters.

A family made up of anime characters. An anime fan's dream.

Slept for about eight hours today. It seems like enough, but I still felt like sleeping. When I got back from work, I lay down for another four hours. I had some kind of weird dream about what happened and what I was thinking about during the morning. I want to sleep again, although there was a time when even after a two-hour nap, I wouldn't want to sleep until three in the morning. This week, once, when I came home from work, I ate and immediately went to sleep. Then I woke up, ate again, and went back to sleep. The next day, I thought that if I didn't have to study, I would probably do that often. If you think about it, sleep is almost like death, only not forever. In general, sleep is the last comfort in this existence. A great way to escape. It's so good to float in a fog of incomprehensible visions or not remember anything at all in the morning. A complete plunge into nothingness. Mmm...

A huge bear broke into my apartment and lay down on my bed. I fed it and scratched it behind the ears, and it put its 150 kg head on me and fell asleep. I sat like that for a while and then woke up. After about four hours, I decided to get rid of it and went back to sleep, hoping to continue my rest. I did, and in my dream, I watched a little TV at a low volume so as not to wake it up too early, and then I got up, threw open the apartment door, the entryway door (and wedged it with a piece of loose tile), and the door to the stairwell. Smells of someone cooking wafted from there, and I realized that this would help me lure it out. My right ear was hurting, and I touched it and saw that it was swollen, like with otitis. I could also hear snippets of conversations from neighboring apartments and other sounds from the hallway, but that was no longer my problem; my only concern was to get the wild animal out. I wanted to go back inside, but I heard and saw it growling and coming out of my door. I ran to another floor to take the elevator down to my floor when it came out onto the stairs. And... I hope I succeeded, and tonight, when I go to sleep again, I won't suddenly find myself face to face with this ferocious beast. Besides, when I woke up, I touched my ear and was relieved to find that it was okay.

I had a dream that I took some embarrassing photos of myself and posted them on ХВ. And then I deleted them because I violated the site's rules and it was a total disaster.

What does the dream dictionary say about this?

I don’t want to know.

The subconscious plays dirty games with you.