Posts from Dreams. Auto-translated

I don't remember what was there, but maybe it evoked pleasant emotions anyway. And it wasn't the first dream, by the way.

My colleague appeared in my dream.

Since you brought it up...
I dreamt about my former classmate, with whom I was deeply in love during my university years (and even afterward). At the beginning of the dream, I was walking through a train, not remembering where I was going or why. Suddenly, I saw her sitting on one of the seats. At first, I almost walked past her; I'm not sure if I didn't recognize her or pretended not to, but eventually, I stopped, and she greeted me first. I remember wanting to greet her in a cool, pretentious way, but in the dream, I forgot how (now I remember – I wanted to sing to her, "which came as some surprise, I spoke into his eyes, 'I thought you died alone, a long-long time ago,'" and she was supposed to finish the song), but in the dream, I forgot all of that, so I simply said, "I didn't expect to see you here" (which is also a special phrase in a way – it's not our first meeting). I don't remember what we talked about, but during the conversation, we were sitting so close that she leaned in, and I could feel her cheek against mine. At first, I moved away because I realized she was teasing me; I even said, "Don't do that," and she responded with something like, "Why not?" and continued. I stopped moving away and stroked her cheek. Then, I wanted to kiss her, or maybe I even did (but most likely, I just wanted to). After that, she said she wasn't in a hurry and could get off at the next station with me. In the end, we got off together in the middle of nowhere. She walked ahead with her bag, and I followed slightly behind. But along the way, we kept encountering fences with signs that said, "No Trespassing." She easily climbed over them, while I hesitated, and the distance between us started to increase (probably because I still remember how we walked 15 km, and despite her fragile appearance, she didn't get tired at all). Finally, after another fence, I heard someone calling us from behind. It was either a police officer or a security guard. I stopped, and he approached us. I noticed that it was an orc (in a police uniform). I expected some kind of punishment, but he said something like, "Don't worry about it; I'm an orc. We only respect guys who break the rules." So, we and my classmate continued walking. She gave me her bag, and I was surprised at how heavy it was and how she managed to carry it so easily and quickly. Then, I woke up, but it was a dream within a dream.
In that dream, we were with colleagues in some kind of shared dormitory, like we were staying in a cheap hotel or something. We were on a business trip. One of the colleagues (I had the feeling that it wasn't a colleague but a former classmate, but I had a strong feeling that I considered him a bit of a boor) was telling his dream, which was exactly the same as mine. I listened silently, and at one point, I added a correction/comment to his story. Everyone turned to me and asked something like, "Do you wish you had that dream too?" I said that I had the exact same dream. We were all surprised. I called the dreamer over and, just in case, said, "Let's at least check if it was the same girl." He came over, and I whispered the name of my classmate to him. He said that it wasn't her in his dream.
Then, the others – among the faces, I definitely recognized one of my colleagues, so I assumed the rest were also colleagues, and we were on a business trip – said that I still had a "stamp of love" on my face, or something like that, as if my face was glowing with an inner light (not literally), and it was clear that I had TRUE love. Then, I woke up for real.
I'm a little embarrassed and awkward about all this nonsense, but we're still like one family.

I dreamt of my EOT.

Didn't read any further. Sorry.

or even kissed (but most likely, only wanted to)

Even in their dreams, HeroesWorld users only want to do it, but don't actually do it.

We were there with colleagues, in some kind of general dormitory, like we were put up in a cheap hotel or somewhere else

That's called a Hostel.

Even in their dreams, HeroesWorld players only want to do things, but don't actually do them.

And in my dream, I'm not a HeroesWorld player. At least somewhere I'm not a HeroesWorld player!

I dreamt that I went to New York as a tourist and enjoyed every minute of my stay there.

Out of context, I don't remember exactly what he was doing in the dream, but the image was very vivid and surprisingly memorable.

what exactly was he doing in his dream?

He was trying to compete with normal living organisms for survival. Most likely, unsuccessfully.

Oh, come on, it's not that bad. I've seen worse.

Tried to compete with normal living organisms for survival. Most likely, unsuccessfully.

typical HvH player

Lately, I've been dreaming about all sorts of things. Constant raids in World of Warcraft, some kind of laboratories, a lot of high-tech stuff, some experiments.

I dreamt that I went to New York as a tourist and enjoyed every minute of my stay there.

And then I even stayed there.

I kept dreaming about money. I always dream about money because that's all I think about.

Fresh agenda: North Korea is emerging from isolation into the civilized world and opening its market to the global Community, which in return is providing it with some technologies. I am sent there as a cyborg commando agent to analyze the situation and subsequently transfer technologies.
I walk down the street, people ride bicycles, smile, and wave. I feign stumbling – people rush over, help me up, put money in my pockets, and offer to become relatives. A train passes by – people wave and smile from the windows. I approach a river – the fish jump into my pot on their own. A kitten is getting wet in the rain in a box, a North Korean covers it with his umbrella, wipes it off, wraps it in a scarf, and walks away into the rain himself.
I meet with a female agent, we share observations, and conclude that everything is fine, and they are ready for integration into the global Community.
We arrive at the palace of an important, fat general with neatly combed hair. He greets us, shakes hands, and showers us with compliments. We solemnly sign a paper, after which I hand him a keychain-flash drive-tiger cub with 128 MB of memory. His face changes; with one hand, he tears off his uniform – underneath is a white, crumpled lab coat; with the second, he tousles his hair; with the third, he pulls a lever, as a result of which the palace instantly transforms into a laboratory with bubbling containers and Tesla coils.
"Ahahaha, I am the main villain!" he shouts. "It is time to join the global Community."
He inserts the flash drive and starts typing on the keyboard. The Tesla coils hum, and a cyber-interface displays all sorts of horrors in front of my eyes. I shout to the agent to neutralize the damned, shit-covered scientist, and I myself soar into the air on a cyber-antigravity device and fly onto the roof. There, I am met by brainwashed special forces and a humanoid robot; I easily destroy them and see that in different parts of Pyongyang, four erect pylons have risen, from which blue beams converge at one point, and a huge mass of icy energy is growing. I tell the woman on the radio that he is going to create a new ice age and that he needs to be taken out immediately, and she hysterically screams that we have no proof and that we need to convene a special committee of fat assholes in suits and present this problem for consideration.
Not finding a better solution, I simply discharged all my cyber-ammunition of rockets and lasers into the mass, and I managed to disperse it; the pylons overloaded and limply collapsed, and I descended and gave the scientist a beating, while the agent was verbally expressing her concern to him at that very moment.
"You wanted to prove that a person is capable of surpassing God and becoming him himself, but you did not take into account that there will be someone who surpasses you," I proclaimed to him and thought about how deep this thought was.
And I later wrote a report about the professional unsuitability of that hired, quota-based idiot.

Better than the scenarios from "Fast & Furious" and other trash. A Kremlin agent of the future.
After some deep thought, I immediately started remembering various books and typical "good guys" from them.