Posts from Dreams. Auto-translated

Great, stylish, youthful dreams – I wish I had those. But instead, I dream that I, along with a crowd of ordinary people, am being poisoned with white phosphorus.

At least they don’t harass people in real life.

IRL, they don’t poison with phosphorus.

IRL, they don't poison people with phosphorus.

They use fruit.

It was a time of amazing dreams! This time, I dreamed that I, along with my friends and Lesha (for some reason, he looked like he did when we first met, and in the dream, we were just friends), went to a small town outside the city for a vacation. There, we decided to go for a walk in nature. During the walk, I suddenly got separated from the group and wandered deep into the forest. While they were probably looking for me, I wandered around aimlessly until I stumbled upon a decapitated man's body nailed to a tree. At first, I screamed and called out for help, then I started searching the man's pockets to figure out who he was. First, I checked his jacket pocket, where I found a wallet (it seemed to have a lot of money, but I didn't take a single penny). Then I found his passport and learned that he was an old man, over 70 years old. I also learned that he lived in the apartment next to ours. When the guys arrived, we all called the police, who took us home. But the story didn't end there. Together with the police, we went to the old man's apartment, where a 13-year-old girl (his granddaughter) opened the door for us. It turned out that she had been home alone for several days, waiting for her grandfather and grandmother. I asked where the child welfare services were, and the police agreed with me. Then, as if I were conducting an investigation, I asked the girl to contact her grandmother and ask her to come. For some reason, I knew that she was still alive. When the grandmother arrived (she looked like a young and energetic woman, I wish all grandmothers looked like that), I confronted her, accusing her and her lover of killing the dear old man. For unknown reasons, I knew that he was a very cool guy. Plus, his granddaughter spoke very highly of him; she was a cool girl too. Anyway, we had a big argument, and she screamed that there was no lover and that she would never hurt her dear husband, but the granddaughter confirmed the information about the lover. The police major promised to investigate. The next day, the police came to me and asked me to identify the grandmother's lover. When I looked at him, I immediately told the whole story: that he wanted to kill the old man, get rid of the girl, and be with the grandmother, and that the grandmother was not aware of it. Later, something subconscious made me have a heartfelt conversation with the grandmother, and it became clear that she regretted it and did not want the old man to die. Anyway, she stayed with her granddaughter and promised to be a good person, and for some reason, I felt better. When I returned to the room where I was sleeping, I complained to my friend's boyfriend that I still felt something was unfinished, as if the old man wanted something else from me. Then Lesha came into the room, asked how I was feeling (he had been worried about me throughout the events, but I had only been snapping at him), and something pushed me into his arms (well, it was like the spirit of that old man, I guess), and, in short, at the end of the dream, it was promised that everything would be great for us. And, as if, everything around our relationship only became clear at the end; the main focus was on the events related to the old man. If anything, I wrote this on my phone, sorry for the mistakes.

she stumbled upon a decapitated male corpse nailed to a tree. First, she screamed and called everyone to her, then she started searching the pockets.

Expeditionist's reflex.

I had a dream tonight about an action scene with shooting and parkour. I don't remember the details, but it seemed fun.

I can't remember half of it now, but it was great. It was like a post-apocalyptic setting; we lived in large caves, everything was bright, very civilized, beautiful, and clean, and there was a system of these caves, we called it something like an alliance or a union. So, one day, I and some of my friends went on a scouting mission and ended up in other caves. It was also a huge system, but more complex, and everything was overgrown with greenery and various plants that we didn't know, and there were also people living there, but they hadn't heard much about us; there had been an unsuccessful encounter in the past, and they considered us to be quite wild, but we persuaded them to let us stay, let us explore, and they showed us their spaceship. And also, I dreamed that I had some really crazy computer games, and there were already games that I knew (I remember Morrowind and The Sims), and at some point, I wanted to make a copy of the save files because the system was malfunctioning, and in all the games, some setting was displayed as a portrait of Luke; I even thought, "Wow, Luke is cool; they're already using him to represent settings everywhere."

I remember it clearly; I sometimes have dreams where I'm running on all fours, and very quickly. Sometimes, even in the process, I lower myself onto all fours, as if it's a faster way to run. And I know where this feeling comes from. When I was in preschool, I was at some kind of sports center, and there was a kind of arena with pieces of foam scattered inside. I moved around on all fours because it was uncomfortable to walk on two legs; I kept tripping and falling.

And I know where this feeling comes from.

Subconscious love for submission (smirk).

Here, it would be more appropriate to make a joke about furries.

That’s exactly what I thought of when I read about furries, and I wanted to make a joke about it.

Meow.

sub-furry

The other day, I had the most nonsensical dream of my life. I dreamt that I was reading somewhere that Nolan's Batman trilogy was a commercial failure and almost a flop in terms of money. At the same time, the dream itself was in the form of boring statistics and graphs. I would have completely forgotten about this dream if I hadn't just thought about this trilogy, remembered its huge commercial success, and suddenly realized that I remember all this information with the graphs very vaguely and cannot remember where I saw it, although I know for sure that it was recently. Why would anyone dream about something like that?