Posts from Dreams. Auto-translated

But what a funny dream...
Oh well, never mind.

What’s going on?

schizophrenia

Two dreams, one after the other. I wanted to get to the house in the village, but I couldn't find it for a long time. I looked from above – I was flying – at the green fields and the rows of overgrown village plots. At the same time, it helped me avoid an unwanted encounter with stray, aggressive dogs, of which there seemed to be quite a few. Almost – one of them nearly attacked when I accidentally flew too low. The scene changes in an unknown way to a cyberpunk setting. Huge, dark gray skyscrapers stretching... downwards. Yes, my method of movement hasn't changed much compared to the previous dream; it's still largely vertical, so the upper parts of the buildings are more visible than the lower ones. I'm wearing a dark gray, worn-looking cloak with a hood, but I'm not the only one; the other people I see are dressed similarly. They are standing, "smoking" on the balcony of a building, and I pass through them, from top to bottom, through a system of hatches and the like. Some guy spotted me; unlike all of us, he was wearing a cloak of rich black color, and a yellow stripe framed the hood. He was looking for something important to him, and for some reason, he was sure that I knew about this item, so, without figuring it out, he tried to subdue me with his "abilities." But it didn't work; instead, I used my own "skills" on him, touching my impromptu enemy's shoulder with my hand. This calmed his brain and gave him the realization that I didn't have any information. However, the guy was surprised by this method of self-defense: he pointed to his throat and said that I could have simply blocked his airways; it would have been easier... Well, I dreamed of someone more bloodthirsty than myself; what an interesting encounter. A large group of people appeared nearby. Some were in similar rags to me, but I knew that, unlike me, they were enslaved people. They are sent to something like another dimension to mine a rare resource, and it's just an awful job in terms of conditions. These aren't slaves in the ancient sense of the word, but the very "oppressed proletariat," and even worse, because right now, people in black cloaks are leading them to work. They look more like my guy who tried to subdue me, but the stripe on the hood is different; it's bright red. First, one person separated from this group and asked us and the guy if everything was okay. Then the rest also came and wanted to grab us and the guy for work, thinking that we were "proletarians" because the "red hood" was talking to us, but the red hood explained that this was not the case – he just came to ask. So, they reluctantly left us alone. At that moment, according to the genre, I felt that the guy who tried to subdue me was probably not that bad, and we had already experienced a small adventure together, so I should offer him to continue walking together. After all, I had some GOAL, and, as you know, you need to gather a large group for quests, and it's obvious that this is a recruitable NPC. Whether I offered him or not, history is silent.

We were walking late at night. Our path across the green hill was lit by the stars, so we weren't walking in darkness. The green of the grass was clearly visible even in that light, but there were other things among the bushes that appeared here and there. My friends panicked, but I, the "expert" on all things green, calmed them down – these things, resembling small, a couple of centimeters in diameter, tumbleweeds, or bushes, or broccoli, were perfectly safe, even if they rolled strangely fast, and appeared unexpectedly in the fragmented night vision, as if with some intention. The same could be said about the yellow, slightly fluorescent, elongated arthropods, about the size of a palm. Meanwhile, near the hill we had climbed, a tall, rectangular building appeared, almost entirely made of panoramic windows. There were people inside, and for some reason, we didn't want them to see us, so we started crawling, hiding behind the top edge of the hill, and the grass helped us with this. However, there was one guy there who clearly noticed something, pulled out a gun, and started running around the building with it. Every time I carefully peeked out to check if he had calmed down, the guy with the gun seemed to be waiting to see me in that spot – and I thought the darkness of the night would hide us. We had to act. Four of us broke into the house and, for some reason, started running in the opposite direction of this gun-toting guy, so as not to be in the line of fire. But, surprisingly, this helped, as an unattended gun lay on the corner of one of the apartments with open windows, and I immediately grabbed it. Now we could descend the building with a little more safety. I suggested that my accomplices take the gun from me, maybe someone is a better shot? Although I didn't want to, I had to offer. X suggested Y, but he said his "sight was off," Z remained silent. Okay... Meanwhile, the people in the house were living their lives and didn't pay much attention to us. Some blonde mother with her daughter hung laundry and returned to the apartment with a basin. With my gun in my hand, I felt uncomfortable in front of them and mumbled some excuse that we were invited to visit your neighbors, although no one asked anything, they just looked at us a little worriedly. There were no more people with weapons, the exit was within reach, and I thought the misadventures were over, but then the gun-toting guy rushed out of the corridor and blocked our way. I pointed the gun at him first, at which he visibly wilted, put his weapon away, and said he wouldn't shoot. Nevertheless, I kept him in my sights as we moved towards the exit, but for a split second, I had to hesitate to open the door. The guy immediately shot X. Without hesitation. Blood flowed. I fired back, aiming for his right shoulder, but I missed. The gun-toting guy started pacing from side to side, reloading his weapon, and said, "Ah, maybe I should shoot you too..." He shoots at me, but I duck – he misses. Now I shot him right in the middle of his chest and hit him; he was seized by a convulsion, as if by an electric shock. I shouted to Y and Z to grab his gun, grab the seriously wounded X, and get out. They hesitated for a long time, *too long*, but they did it, and we got outside, illuminated by the dim morning sun, which had not yet risen above the horizon. In view were many buildings, small, of Soviet type. The rest of our group were descending from the fire escape above. I didn't feel any peace.

I had a great dream. I was a student at a magical academy in a modern setting (no, not like in Harry Potter). There weren't many of us, and we studied in some large country house, near farms. Our course was in water magic (magic similar to that in Avatar), and it was winter. I was planning to organize a student day, as there were many nice girls there, but something strange happened. Something important disappeared from the academy (it wasn't clear what it was in the dream). The administration became worried, investigators arrived, and they started an investigation. I decided that those who stole it would soon attack us, so I started learning fire magic in parallel (as they are vulnerable to it). After learning a few spells, I went with a friend to the training room (it looked like a shooting range, long and narrow) and showed him that I could breathe fire, create a stream of fire (like from a flamethrower), and even conjure a fireball (the dream had amazing special effects; I remember how I made a fireball in my hands and it was a super cool feeling). My friend was surprised, saying that not many people can learn to do that on their own, and he asked me to teach him. Some girls also came to train, and I showed them fire magic too. They were, of course, surprised and liked it a lot. There probably was a hot student day afterward, but the dream ended. AND I WOKE UP HERE AGAIN, DAMN IT, THIS SHITTY LIFE IS DRIVING ME CRAZY, WHEN WILL I FINALLY DIE IN MY SLEEP?!

I had a dream today that I married Kim Yo-jong, and together we built a happy socialist future for the Korean people, sticking it to the whole West.

Lol. That can only happen in a dream.

I can grant citizenship to the HVT players, by the way.

:smile20:

Why would they want things to get even worse?

So that they could finally find meaning in life and begin to enjoy it, while also benefiting society and contributing to the prosperity of both current and future generations.

You can be helpful without doing anything wrong :cool:

You can be helpful without doing anything.

I can grant citizenship to the HVS players later, by the way.

What's the point? There are almost no lifers there, so who am I going to send to the death camps?