Posts from Dreams. Auto-translated

Come on, it's more upsetting to lose something you had than something you never had.

Come on, it's more upsetting to lose something you had than something you never had.

I don't know. At least in the first case, there's something to remember.

And in old age, you won't be ashamed before death. So that you don't regret missed opportunities.

It’s a pity that old age has already arrived.

Not Student Day, but close. But even so, sleep is still the best thing in life.

I dreamt that I was reading some new, short story by Pratchett – and at the same time, I felt like I was a hero in the narrative.
Basically, I identified myself with some young messenger, and I had to deliver a message to Tiffany (a story about her). I spoke to her, calling the young girl "Mother Bolit" and secretly amused by this fact.
At some point, we see a huge gorilla running towards us, leaping over a small lake in one jump, clearly with not the best intentions. This thing is some kind of artificial creature that someone decided to unleash on Tiffany; it's generally wild and absorbs all the magic directed at it.
Seeing the enemy, Tiffany casts some kind of spell, and we find ourselves in some other, magical space, at a table. I mean, Tiffany, me, the gorilla, and a few other random people who appeared out of nowhere. The witch ensures that the table is constantly replenished with food, various pies, bananas, tea, and the gorilla gets distracted by eating and stops paying aggressive attention to the heroine. I thought it was a bit strange and wondered what the plan was? To make the gorilla eat too much and explode? Wouldn't it be easier to drop a rock on it or something like that, you know, like people usually deal with the inability to apply magic directly?
And then the gorilla suddenly started addressing the other participants at the table with "You," passing the sugar, and I realized that they had simply instilled good manners in it, so now it no longer poses a threat due to its exceptional politeness.
I ate a fish pie and tried to draw some kind of moral from it. I settled on the fact that the story was pretty good, funny. And the pie was good too.

I thought it was a bit strange, and what was the plan anyway? To make the gorilla eat too much and explode? Wouldn't it be easier to drop a rock on it or something like that, you know, like people usually deal with the inability to use magic directly?
And then the gorilla suddenly started addressing the other participants at the table with "You," passing the sugar, and I realized that it had simply been taught good manners, so it no longer poses a threat due to its exceptional politeness.

He is bloodthirsty even in his dreams.

I had all sorts of nonsense in my dreams today.

He is bloodthirsty even in his dreams.

Well, the previous night was tougher; I was defending myself with an axe against someone, but I don't remember anymore...

I had all sorts of weird dreams tonight.

And then your notebook will finally be published, but the commentators will demand their share of the royalties for co-authorship.

Well, it was tougher the night before.

Tougher is in my dreams...

If that’s the case, then it’s probably a good thing I never went to those student-related events. I’m afraid to imagine what they do there.

It’s better not to know.

If that's the case, then it's probably a good thing I never went to those student days. I'm afraid to imagine what they do there.

My friends and I drank beer and talked about all sorts of nonsense on student day, and then went home. A perfectly harmless event.

You're not telling me everything...

You're not telling me everything...

Well, that's fine.