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You’re just a hardcore player who spies on others.

Unfortunately, no. I wish I were a hardcore gamer spy and infiltrated the ranks of some casual players, and went deep undercover.

Well, generally speaking, watching it with someone else is counterproductive, because it's an intimate activity that encourages intellectual reflection on what's happening on the screen, which is difficult to achieve if your attention keeps shifting to the people present.

Why are you shifting the focus to those present? Since Nebok doesn't want to, invite me to the next session.

Again, I was in a vegetative state and woke up to incredibly brutal, bloody, and terrifying nightmares – too realistic. And if the last time, in one of these dreams, I cut off the head of my imaginary sister, whom I was in love with, and then talked to her while she lay in my hands, after which I hacked people left and right, fleeing from pursuers like a furious wolf fighting for its life, and shot them from a helicopter and RPG-7 like Tommy Vercetti, at least that was somewhat amusing, but today I just had a terrible dream. Maybe it's better not to sleep.

I also had a not-so-pleasant dream a few days ago. At first, I thought I wouldn't share it, but since we're on this topic...

My mom and I ended up in some kind of forest, and I noticed a bunch of corpses of small animals, like mice. I immediately told my mom to crouch down, and I raised my hand – the idea was that there was clearly some hunter with a weapon in the area, and I wanted to simultaneously show with my raised hand that there were people here and not get shot if this gesture wasn't noticed.
A guy with a firearm did indeed jump out of the bushes, but the problem was that he actually wanted to shoot us because it was supposedly an uninhabited island, and all the food had long since run out, and here we were.
As a result, my mom was doing something nearby (they didn't shoot at her, maybe because she's not a man, not as dangerous), and I was dodging bullets. Eventually, the cannibal ran out of bullets, and we switched to hand-to-hand combat. To show the seriousness of my intentions, I stuck a pair of manicure scissors into his neck, near the carotid artery.

Probably, that's where it ended, but, in short, this dream has two unpleasant aspects: the scissors part, and the fact that real-life relatives are involved in such violent scenes, so overall, the dream wasn't enjoyable.

This cannibal was Lustful Warship.

Today I dreamt of a post-apocalyptic world with zombies, followed by an incestuous post-post-apocalyptic scenario with Nurse Visuley on a hospital bed and a 1.5x increase in the dollar's value.

I don't feel like going into details, but I dreamt about Student Day, with some random girl, in a cast-iron bathtub, near an unfinished house, in winter(?). It was like the owners were doing renovations and took the old bathtub outside.
I wrote it down in my notebook of wishes that will never come true.

It’s not interesting without details.

There, you’ll find details about how we ended up in that building, rather than details about what was happening in the bathroom.

That’s exactly what I’m saying. There couldn’t have been anything particularly interesting in the bath, unless you were dreaming about tags that I usually avoid.

unless you're dreaming about tags that I usually avoid.

I don't want to know.

Well, I ended up at someone's house for work; there was a long scene about work and dealing with the homeowners, but at some point, the homeowners left, and this woman rang the doorbell, intending to sell something.

Seby7

No. In real life, I can only get it for money, but in a dream, anything is possible.

1) I was running around the city with a sniper rifle, shooting down players (apparently, they sent the sleep command to the wrong person). This went on for a very long time, and I even got tired. In the end, the whole city was littered with corpses. 2) Revan created a new thread with a poll, but it was so long that I didn't have time to go through it, and I got upset. 3) For some reason, I couldn't pay at the checkout. A huge queue formed behind me, which went out onto the street and along it. In the end, I just took the goods and left without paying.