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Well done, boku.

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

You're a lucky man...

:D

I finally had that dream last night. In it, the first phalanx of each finger on my left hand was cut off. After that, I welded an iron rod of the same length to each stump, in order to restore at least some control over my hand.

You're a blacksmith.

:smile20: :smile47:

I had a dream about some kind of gathering in Victory Square, but for some reason, it mostly took place not in the square itself, but in the "Mercury" building. Some guy was threatening people with a gun. Apparently, the police were monitoring to make sure everyone attended the gathering. So, when I left, I didn't go home via the avenue, but through some backyards and got lost. I was trying to find my way to at least some familiar street. A lot of heavy mud stuck to my shoes, and it was very difficult to walk.

Rest in peace, brother.

I'm having trouble sleeping again. But if before I would just wake up several times during the night for no reason, now this shit is accompanied by socially awkward dreams. It's a disaster. It's as if my brain is trying to compensate for the lack of real life by creating a life in my dreams, what a jerk. As a result, I'm tired all day and can't think straight. Instead of resting, my head generates all sorts of nonsense. It's not insomnia like Alex has, but it's still annoying, especially these damn dreams...

The brain generates all sorts of nonsense anyway; the only difference is whether you remember it or not.

If I don’t remember, it means it didn’t happen.

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In any case, the point is not that, but that I can’t sleep properly.

I was a character from my own world, an elven sorceress. There was some kind of building, and inside, apparently, there was a concert; it looked luxurious. I remember best the polished wooden floors and the large crowd. And then, among these people, large drops were rolling across the floor... Water? They were all rolling in the same direction, merging with each other, becoming larger, and continuing to roll. It seems quite beautiful to me, but at the same time, suspicious. Notably, as they grew larger, to about the size of a soccer ball, the drops bumped into people, almost knocking them over. They got annoyed, moved their feet, but remained indifferent to the nature of the drops.
I approach and touch one of these spheres. Contrary to expectations, it is quite hard, like a bouncy ball. All sorts of leaves and dirt are stuck to its surface.
In one place, this incomprehensible liquid formed a large, shapeless cloud, about the size of a mattress, and it was moving in a strange way. I decide that I've had enough of this strange stuff, break open the floor, which is made of granite inside, and bury the entire conglomerate of this stuff in it, securely compacting the stone with earth magic.
And then some guy with a futuristic pistol walks up to me. Well, it looks like a pistol... it's similar in shape, but in reality, it doesn't shoot bullets, but something else (I knew it in my dream, but I've forgotten now. I suppose it repels whoever it's aimed at). And this guy is walking towards me, clearly not well-intentioned, waving the pistol, but... it seems he doesn't even know how to use it, he can't even put his finger on the trigger. One assumption is that it's a case of body control. It really looks like a puppet. Perhaps this liquid can penetrate people.
I immobilize him with magic, take away the weapon, and try to figure out what's going on. In one of the rooms, I see a detective and someone else with him (an assistant?). The detective is clearly interested in what's happening and begins to search everywhere for clues – but he does it in a strange way, shrinking himself and his assistant. And in this form, they are searching for something on the floor... Okay, I'm not judging.
Suddenly, a water sprinkler comes out of the ceiling and begins to generously pour green liquid with a sharp smell of cheap apple juice all around. With a snap of my fingers, I create a beautiful channel from the ceiling material to divert the flow. It doesn't help much; it's as if two buckets have been poured over me. The detective and his assistant are washed away completely in an unknown direction by a whole river, and I don't have time to do anything. In the first second, I think that maybe washing away the detective was the goal of the "attack," but then it dawns on me... and I really don't like this thought.
I quickly throw away the liquid-soaked pistol, retreat to other floors, and frantically try to figure out what to do next... Maybe, thanks to my magic, I am not threatened with becoming a puppet? Like, my self-control is better...
The detective's assistant walks down the corridor. Completely dry and calm, as if nothing had happened. Not noticing me, she enters some side room.
It has begun...

I had a dream that a piece of enamel broke off one of my molars, like a scab, and underneath it was sore and sensitive tooth pulp. It was disgusting.

I had many different dreams today, but I remember one fragment very well. In it, I found myself in an open space, with a hilly landscape stretching out before me, covered with short grass and a few trees. There were no houses, no people, nothing like that. It was sunset, and the sky was painted in the corresponding colors. During this dream, I felt incredible peace and tranquility. If I ever felt that way in real life, I've forgotten. I wanted to stay there and die in the shade of one of the trees. But unfortunately, I woke up again and returned to this miserable, worthless existence. What a pity.