Posts from Dreams. Auto-translated

For half the night, I dreamt of Revan's luxurious house, built with the prize money from winning a thousand titles, featuring Apple's touch panels, wall-sized screens, a cozy underground level for chilling, and a separate room for L***.

thousand-title-worthiness

At first, I didn't understand the meme, but then I got it...

a separate room under L***a

Under Laura?

The guy on the cover isn't anime enough.

It's okay, he's just an anime fan, not an anime character.

It doesn't matter who he is; the target audience is what matters. And that target audience won't buy this book because how can you take seriously anything from a book with such a tasteless cover?
Actually, now that I've written this, I realize there should be a 2D girl on the cover.

And this is a girl, she has short hair.

So, you share private information with Ment in a private message, and then he spreads it in public places...

I didn't know it was supposed to be kept a secret, we're all friends here...
I can find out the addresses of HeroesWorld members and give everyone a means of amnesia. For your sake, Revan, I am ready to do this.

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I appreciated the joke about her looking the same as her best friend (since they're all drawn the same way here).

I ran around on a level from Dungeon 3, and a tough mob appeared. I was too lazy to switch to a better weapon, and it killed me. I replayed, took a Soul Cube to craft so I could one-shot it, went back there, but the script didn't work. Students are sitting in a classroom, taking notes, all rosy-cheeked and happy. Before, they would turn into monsters, and the professor would turn into that mob. I left feeling unsatisfied.
And before that, there was a dream where I asked someone to make me an omelet, they agreed and made it not the way I wanted, but very badly. I got very angry and redid it myself. Why agree in the first place if you're going to do a bad job? I just tore it to shreds in my dream, no wonder demons followed after that.

I dreamt that I agreed with a former classmate to go to another part of the country. We met at a market, which exists in real life, but there have never been intercity routes there. It was evening, and it was raining. To avoid getting wet, I went into a place where they sold flowers. In real life, there used to be a large greenhouse there, resembling that place. Inside, it was dark, and my classmate had trouble finding me. He even started shining his phone in my face and asking if it was really me. He asked me where our bus was. Looking at his tablet, I realized that I had forgotten to buy tickets. But he boasted that he had found a very cheap hotel (10 dollars a day). But my classmate started scolding me for forgetting to buy tickets. We went outside, and it was still raining. My classmate told me to stand at the bus stop with his mother (as if she had come to see us off), and he went to look for a suitable bus. His mother started asking where we were going. I told her not to worry and that we wouldn't be burying corpses in a field because we weren't gangsters. Besides, we were only going away for one day. In the end, I saw my classmate stop some old man in a jeep (the car's design resembled a Soviet-era one), they talked, he got into the car, and they picked me up. Now, that's what I call a dream of a successful, accomplished man! Not all that compensatory nonsense with women and student days that only losers dream about.

Street hooligan: "He fell on the knife himself"
Police officer in the USA: "He reached into his pocket himself"
ХВ moderator: "He asked the Creator to block him himself"

That’s great. Okay. I haven’t bothered or offended anyone in a long time; I’m actually trying to write less, but apparently, I managed to offend someone enough in the past that I’m still getting this kind of treatment.