Posts from Dreams. Auto-translated

It’s better to be with them than with girls who already have boyfriends.

I wish I could still hang out with my classmates and school friends.

It just so happened that my best friend is someone I've known since school.

Today, I had a dream where I was flying. I don't remember the details, but it was awesome. It's my favorite thing to do in dreams.

It would also be cool to fly off the Tokyo skyscrapers, maybe I should take out a loan and make it my favorite pastime.

Falling and flying are different things.

Falling is cooler.

Flight is essentially falling, but with the added lift from oncoming air currents. Be a cool guy! Fall with a plus!

Flight is flight. Fall is fall.

For the entire week of my binge, I didn't dream, but now I do. It started on a positive note – I found myself somewhere in the middle of a forest, as if on some business. I settled comfortably on a tree branch and started smoking a pipe (smoking and everything related to it has taken a rather prominent place in my dreams). There was also some guy from my old job. This idiot was fussing around, running, and seemed to be afraid of something. Then a semi-ghostly girl appeared, and she was quite beautiful, by the way. And that idiot (he's an idiot in the dream. In real life, I don't even know his name. But I have a biased attitude towards everyone my age) just disappeared somewhere, which I was very happy about. We started talking to the girl. She seemed to be a real spirit, inhabiting this place since who knows when. Or maybe not. I didn't care at all: everything was too good to worry about some otherworldly nonsense. The situation was truly wonderful: a deserted landscape, my favorite damp and gloomy weather, my favorite Latakia tobacco in my pipe, and I was even wearing my favorite worn-out sneakers and a plaid shirt. I smoked, we sat on the tree, and we had a relaxed conversation about all sorts of nonsense, like philosophy and art. This went on for quite a while. Suddenly, my mysterious companion announced that she couldn't stay any longer and dissolved into the fog. The world began to change and mix chaotically and rapidly. In desperation, I run after her into nowhere. The relaxed world is collapsing, and I find myself lying on the sand by a lake, not far from my house. I get up from the sand with a feeling of total disappointment in life; I want to cry and drown myself. I pull myself together; life sucks, but I have to live. I remember that today I was supposed to have some kind of picnic with former classmates. I want to go and get drunk. I go to the meeting place. No one is there. Suddenly, some kind of local apocalypse begins, which, as I understand it, is related to the first world. A Chinese woman in traditional clothes runs by, also supposedly from the first world, and with a mixture of sadness and indifference in her voice, she says that we are all going to die. I'm like, "Okay, whatever." The person next to me starts either crying or praying. Everything is collapsing. I wake up. I realize where I am and again want to jump out the window. I pull myself together and get up. I have to go eat soon. Just hang in there until Monday.

Added 12 hours 10 minutes ago
I dreamed that I was drafted into the army on the last day of August. It wasn't a big deal, but I had to travel a long and difficult way to get to the unit on my own. And my mother kept nagging me about something. I think I finally got there, but I don't remember anything else.

Flight is flight. Fall is fall.

FLIGHT IS FALL
FREEDOM IS SLAVERY
IGNORANCE IS STRENGTH

What is Arcondia's motto?

I had a dream that I had to get a job as a taxi driver. Funny, considering I don't like driving and I don't even have a driver's license. In the end, I drove all night, and woke up in the morning even more tired than the day before. I should also note that the clients were very well-developed, each with their own story and personality, better than in any video game.

Tell me more about them...

Yeah, I already forgot many of them from today.
I drove a cheerful young guy (I only remember his trendy short haircut) somewhere to the city center. He was constantly talking on the phone. He also got confused with the navigation and made a big loop through the connected streets.
There was a silent, gloomy Haven driver with glasses, but I barely remember him.
I drove a family with two small, screaming children to the airport. I was warned that they might get carsick, so I drove very slowly.
The last one was an old, grumpy woman who needed to be taken to a city institute (or something like that). When I arrived, she asked me to wait and take her home later. I don't remember all the details, but I was afraid she wouldn't come back at all, but in the end, she paid even two or three times more than necessary (I even wondered where a pensioner got so much money).

Yeah, dreams are definitely better than all these computer games. You get to sleep and live another life. Dreams and visions are wonderful things. Without them, one could easily go crazy.