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I had a dream about my school diary, where everything for today was written in red. I got a 4 in English and a 2 in Russian.

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By the way, it was Tuesday.

He sold out to the State Department, the scoundrel.

He sold his soul to the devil, the scoundrel.

That's how I read it at first.

Hey, Officer, how's life treating you?

It's alright. Sorry, I didn't see you.

We are high above the dark gray clouds, on some small planet. Everywhere, within the thick clouds, fiery flashes are visible. The cloudy surface seems endless, but no, the planet is actually quite small, and its optical properties are such that, when looking into the distance, you can see your own reflection.
The fiery flashes are dragons. They don't like our presence. Whatever our purpose for being here, we realize that we can't stay any longer – the dragons are trying to attack us, and there are more and more of them. We need to somehow avoid the largest concentration of them... We try to do this by moving into the heart of the cloud, but we don't успеваем – in the center of the greatest concentration of dragons, a large fiery bubble appears, which turns into the same red gates, and something is happening there... A celebration. A wedding of some ancient god.
Ironically, that's exactly what it was all planned for. We don't want the bride, who is known to one of us, to be there. By the way, there are three of us, two guys and a girl, and we have already prepared pieces of paper, stylized as playing cards. Each of us did this according to a principle we invented ourselves, with unique symbolic drawings. As if to test our luck, but on only one card from each of our sets, each of us wrote their phone number.
We throw all this into the thick of events and quickly leave so as not to get caught.
The next day, another place. Some house or cafe in a beautiful, European-style, green town. We're eating, but the mood isn't great. No one called. Either the bride didn't draw the right card, or something else... Maybe they were incinerated along the way. It also turned out that the guy in our group messed up with the cards – they turned out to be minimally informative, with an emphasis on the fact that he wins some kind of game with the cards. In short, they're useless. A wedding is playing outside the window. And then the girl in our group notices, "Did you know that a Roman wedding is traditionally celebrated three times?" Holy crap. We run out of the building – yes, it is, the procession is heading into a dense, "Celtic" forest. We repeat the card trick.
Later that day, a girl calls me, with a very worried voice.
– What happened? I found two cards, one has the first part of the phone number (burned?), the other has the second (?), what does this mean?
– I have a friend... He knows you, and you should know him... He lost you a long time ago and really wants to talk to you... There's still time before the third wedding. Do you understand that this is... I'm struggling to find the right words in this conversation... serious... People don't climb into the clouds for trivial reasons.
On the other side, sobs begin – the girl is crying. Either from my anxious tone, or because she's starting to remember...
– Who is he?
– Marat (ugh, don't laugh! For some reason, at that moment, my brain decided that the one who suffered from unrequited love must have been Arandor!)...
– M-Marat... – she repeated, sobbing again, – Can I somehow find him through your friends (like, on social media)?
– Yes, probably. In any case, I'll send you his phone number in a text message.

You have interesting dreams... In my dream, I was sitting with an Asian woman in a restaurant, and we were discussing what furniture to buy for her move to my place. Please, subconscious.

I wanted to make a joke about Arandor, but I changed my mind. I dreamt that I was in some hospital, visiting my grandmother (who passed away a long time ago in real life). I visited her, but a hot nurse asked me to fill out some papers. Of course, I wasn't thinking about the papers and started flirting with her. She was receptive, but it turned out that she was the one who had lured me in. I ended up in a room with some creepy machine with rubber things of different sizes, and somehow I was immobilized. Another hot nurse appeared, and they decided that I needed the biggest one ((. I asked them to choose a smaller one, but they were angry and refused. Luckily, I realized that I had enough strength to escape, and I did. The nurses were scared, and I laughed, intending to shove the biggest thing into them, but then I woke up ((. Oh, this subconscious, it trolls and trolls relentlessly.

He'll give out his number, sure. Don't give your number to Ment, or he'll give it to all sorts of girls.

Too bad Nebok managed to escape, oh well. And yesterday I dreamt that Revan and Locke were playing some kind of cooperative Dark Souls, but it was more like a mix of a quest and a platformer. They seemed to have finished it, then started again, but this time with Nebok, but he started complaining about the difficulty. After that, they started playing from the beginning again, but this time with Kyle, and I told them that they didn't invite me again. The funniest thing is that I met them in the game itself, or the world itself was the place where the game was taking place. I remember that shore, the dark sky, and the time was closer to evening. I was there doing something, I remember a ship that ran aground, and there was some kid there too.

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He'll give out his number, sure. Don't give your number to Ment, or he'll give it to all sorts of girls.

Maybe I didn't write it clearly, but you were the one who didn't prepare your cards properly... But after this comment, I'm starting to suspect that it was intentional.

After that, would you trust Arandor with any important operations?

Water, Earth, Fire, Air. Long ago, four peoples lived in harmony. But soon, the people of fire started a war. I was a fire mage and was appointed as the leader among all fire mages. In turn, I tried to build diplomatic relations with other peoples, but no one wanted to be friends because I had breasts instead of a penis. More or less, I only had good relations with the air mages (because their leader seemed to be Alexey), they also wanted to be friends with everyone, but they simply didn't trust me personally. As a result, I decided to prove that I was good in a heroic way. I found out that the people of water were being terrorized by a pedophile who kidnapped little girls and did all sorts of nasty things to them. I transformed into a child and pretended to be an orphan. As a result, the pedophile brought me to his home, where there were other little girls, fed me tasty treats with drugs, and wanted to do all sorts of bad things while the rest of his victims were sleeping, but I used a magical scream to call for help and cursed the villain so that he wouldn't do anything to me while I waited for help. As a result, the main air mage, who looked like Alexey, turned into a bird, flew to my scream, saved me, and ripped the face off the water-pedophile, whom we then handed over to the police.

Wow, and I thought my dreams were twisted.

Instead, I dream that I, along with a crowd of ordinary people, am being poisoned with white phosphorus.

I haven't had a single dream since then. Was I killed?

Perhaps you have been dead for a long time...