Posts from Dreams. Auto-translated

By the way, I find it easier to fall asleep during the day than in the evening or at night. So, it's normal.

I had a headache, couldn't sleep well, and that's why I started having lucid dreams. This particular dream started with a horse. The horse moved across the water's surface backward using jet propulsion: it snorted with its nose and thus exhaled a powerful stream of water, like from an underwater scooter. I realized that I was controlling the process and began to make sure that the horse had time to snort with its nose before it slowed down too much in the water and drowned. Strangely enough, the opposite happened: the horse drowned, and a small elephant came out onto the shore. The next experiment was this: to lift the elephant into the air and make it fly to me. As a result, the elephant, peacefully grazing on the shore, began to grow large ears and actively flap them. The ears became larger than the elephant, and it flapped them like a real eagle, but it didn't lift off the ground. In addition, I realized that if I continued, I would strain my head and wake up. Okay. "If the elephant doesn't fly to us, we'll go to it and pet it," I decided, starting to carry out this intention, but the elephant, the little rascal, started to run away! I was stubborn and caught up with it. The elephant turned into a very tall black basketball player with a beard, and we shook hands (fists? I never knew what this gesture was called) in a friendly way. Me: -- Listen... While I was walking to you, you were actually an elephant. The black man, with a very expressive look on his face, from his height of 2.20: -- That's terrible! Me (with a sigh): -- That's what happens in dreams... My new friend left, and I stood there, slowly waking up, thinking about how harmful lucid dreams have become.

Rick and Morty The alarm clock rings. The time is eight in the morning. Time to get up at eight. Is that right? But something seems suspicious... A sudden realization. Rick: -- WHAT MORNING DID I SLEEP THROUGH?! He turns on the portal gun, jumps through parallel worlds, and on the fourth try, he gets to where he needs to be. He wakes up Morty, takes hangover pills, and they quickly get ready, because they are already very late...

I had a cool dream today, something in the style of Dark Souls. The gist was that I and two companions (seemingly people I know in real life) were wandering through some large, semi-ruined building. We needed to find a specific character there. But the door behind which this character is located was locked. While we were walking around, and simultaneously killing simple mobs, we found another character (a scary old woman) who had the key to that door. She agreed to open the door for us and, in the process, told us that the person we were looking for was her grandmother. And that behind the door, we would not only find the grandmother but also some kind of monster that guards part of the building behind the door. When the door was opened for us, we calmly walked inside, into a place that resembled a hospital or something similar. Without any particular obstacles, we reached the grandmother. She looked like a half-rotten, dust- and cobweb-covered, fat corpse lying on a bed. Besides her, there were other old women/men lying on beds in the room, just as half-rotten, but completely dead. We started a dialogue with this grandmother; we were supposed to learn some important information from her (that we are drug addicts) or get an artifact (a golden seed). But as soon as we started talking, we heard the footsteps of the monster that the old woman with the key had spoken about. Then the old woman said that the monster was blind, and if we were quiet, it wouldn't notice us and would leave. We fell silent, and the monster entered the room (it looked like a dried-up old man, twice our size, with empty eye sockets, on which a bunch of old, tattered clothes were hung, and because of this, it slightly resembled a ball). It approached the lying grandmother and started saying something in an incomprehensible language; she calmed it down, said that everything was okay and that it could leave. But then someone from us bumped into something, the old man immediately heard it and became hostile towards us. I don't remember what kind of weapon it had, or what we had, and I don't remember what happened next. I think we ran away, haha. But it was a cool dream. Especially this mixture of some otherworldly fear, curiosity, and excitement. It's a hard-to-describe feeling. It only happens in dreams. In general, it was a great dream; I haven't been this happy in a long time. When will I be able to crawl into a cocoon and travel through similar worlds around the clock? And they offer me virtual wives and robot wives; forget it... the future is garbage!

Got it. Nebok clearly prefers two-hundred-year-old, half-rotten grandmothers to virtual robot wives.

I had a dream that I came to a store selling niches, and I had to choose one out of two because I didn't have enough money for both. Ugh, even in my dreams, I don't have enough money :( Screw such dreams.

in the end, I didn't choose anything and went to eat at McDonald's.

Nope, I've made my choice.

Show me the picture.

I’ll look for it when I get home.

Show us the picture.

You can dream of anything.

Unfortunately, I don't dream about anime 2D goddesses.

I had an incredibly detailed sequel to a dream I once had, with the same characters, even more detailed descriptions of their personalities, influenced by the first part, a continuation of their story, an unusual twist in the middle, and an incredible, cathartic twist at the end, explaining the events of both the first and second parts. After that, I woke up and doubted whether it was a sequel; perhaps it all happened within the same dream, or maybe the first part was just a dream I had earlier that night? So, I immediately carefully weighed my feelings, but nevertheless came to the conclusion that it was still a full-fledged sequel.
Without going into details, the essence was that I, a random bum who crawled out of the swamp, was drawn into unusual events, as a result of which I realized that I was not an ordinary bum, but a person who caused these events and was punished by the loss of memory and being cast down to the bottom. This has never happened anywhere, ever! However, not all the consequences of my actions turned out to be destructive; some ultimately had a very positive impact and largely saved the characters affected by them. There was a certain controversy hidden in this.

https://bash.im/quote/458702

den_stranger:
I suddenly dreamt that I was watching a movie about The Witcher. But it was a very specific movie. Filmed in the style of classic socialist realism from the 60s. In other words, a typical industrial novel, but with a Witcher theme. Of course, it had a lot of classic moments for such films. Like pompous speeches about completing a five-year plan in four years, reports on failed plans for monster extermination, the introduction of advanced methods for fighting monsters, and the struggle against bureaucracy to implement them. The final chord was a business trip of the main character somewhere to the Far East to prove the effectiveness of his progressive methods.
I woke up with a feeling of slight bewilderment and a desire to watch this version in its entirety.

I read it, and I also wanted to see such a movie...