Posts from Dreams. Auto-translated

I dreamt that Revan led an expedition in the same setting, but with a different plot. I don't remember the composition of our group, except for two characters – mine and Neyra's. Mine was visually (and in several other aspects, such as dynasty) similar to Linderia, but more openly cold, without pretense and that touch of opportunism that is characteristic of the Moenian. These qualities were replaced by loyalty to our main quest givers. Neyra had a red-haired gunslinger in a red military uniform, with the life philosophy "the empire above all." So, yes, definitely not Shan. In the plot, as you have probably guessed, the players worked for some unnamed empire, which had to defend itself against both external and internal enemies. There were also some otherworldly invaders who completely destroyed cities, and over time, their attacks reduced both the imperial family and the territory of the empire. Our immediate quest givers were a prince and a princess (brother and sister). So, closer to the end of the game, in cutscenes, the dynastic roots of the ruling family were revealed, and hints were given about a romance between this couple (because Revan is Revan even in dreams). And the last plot point was that after the final quest, they revealed this to the public, kissed, and, renouncing their claims to the throne (there was no one else left in the imperial family), decided to live a quiet life. This news enraged Neyra's character (and she already had reasons to be unhappy with the prince and princess) and, considering them traitors to the empire, she decided to track them down. My character, being loyal primarily not to the empire, but to this group, also went in search – to warn them and, if Neyra's character decides to go all the way, to stop her. Two years later, Neyra tracked down the imperial couple, but my character also arrived, appearing when Neyra's character was giving her speech about betrayal. Words were exchanged, and it was leading to a duel between them, but that's when my dream ended, and I didn't see the continuation. But even so, I liked the ending.

Wow, and I, with my inner conformism, managed to create something like this in the game! This is just too amazing!

I was also surprised.

A student play about a supposed story. In two slightly different versions, as if it was performed in Soviet times and ~now.
The story takes place in some institute, in a dream it was called ITH. A little girl (in another version, there was also a little boy) comes to the security guard at the entrance, because she needs to visit some relatives who work at the institute, but the guard (who looks like Kisa Vorobyaninov) doesn't pay any attention to her. He doesn't let her in, doesn't call her parents, doesn't ask her to wait – he doesn't even see her. Annoyed by being ignored, the girl (or children) calmly enters the institute, takes two items from the nearest room (a small oil heater and a cast iron frying pan, or in another version, some other clever device and a cast iron radiator), puts them in a bag, and, since no one has paid any attention to them, calmly leaves.
After a while, a commotion starts in the institute: in the middle of the day, things have gone missing. The guard is frantic, thoroughly searching everyone, trying to find the thieves. Meanwhile, the children stand outside for a while, their conscience gets the better of them, and they decide to go back. Besides, they didn't plan the "crime" from the beginning; it was just a prank.
As soon as they enter the institute, the children are surrounded by a group of observant students. In different versions of the play, the atmosphere is slightly different – sometimes it's strict Soviet-era gray-brown clothing, including jackets, and in the modern version, it's blue T-shirts with faculty symbols. The guard continues to frantically run around the hall, cursing and accusing everyone, but doesn't pay any attention to the children.
Under the pressure of the gaze of many students, the children first panic a little and try to unobtrusively leave the circle, but they are also unobtrusively blocked. Then they go deeper inside and guiltily take out the oil heater and cast iron frying pan (or the other clever device and cast iron radiator) from the bag.
The guard doesn't see any of this and has already rushed out of the building onto the street.
The children explain to the students and the institute staff who have gathered there that they are sorry, they didn't mean to, it just happened... Of course, they are understood and forgiven.
The last scene is only in the new version: the guard returns, runs up to the window for some reason, looks around, and sees the children. The children, in front of him (and with the silent permission of the students and staff, who already understand that it's a joke), slowly put the cast iron radiator into the bag. The guard's expression changes from "don't make me angry, I'll find everyone, I'll punish everyone!" to surprised and confused:
“Children, why do you need a cast iron radiator?” he says theatrically, as in a classic play.
“Why? To sell it as scrap metal,” a cheerful child's voice replies.

Student-related

I dreamt that our characters in the expansion ended up at an audition for Lucretia (either you agree to work for her, or it's game over). But the audition was even stranger than I described, because, if you agree to work for her, a stereotypical commentator would give the audience (which was also there) a brief summary of the history and skills of the character who agreed, spiced up with personal comments.

I dreamt of a complex, intricate plot involving a dragon. First, there were several episodes "from the future," supposedly showing someone rescuing someone else from a difficult situation. There were two attempts: one using a portal (which failed because the people being rescued didn't understand the strange window that appeared in the air and accidentally "broke" it), and then a physical rescue. The second part was like a prequel, with more details. I participated in an operation to put the dragon to sleep (permanently). The dragon was already unconscious, and its mouth was held shut with a special plastic device to prevent it from opening. This plastic muzzle had three special compartments where injections needed to be administered. I took turns, following the instructions, and made three injections into the correct spots, making sure each syringe was empty. The medic (veterinarian? Heh) then removed the plastic device, because what could possibly go wrong? Of course, the dragon slowly started breathing again, slowly opened its eyes, and woke up. As a result, we found ourselves locked in a house, with the dragon flying outside and regularly monitoring the windows for us, so it could breathe fire at us. The safest place was the concrete basement, but you couldn't stay there for long, so we still had to play hide-and-seek. The dream ended with the portal and the fact that we were later rescued from there.

I had a dream that I was a member of parliament and, in addition to that, a renowned hero of a harem, who solves many of the problems that arise in ways that ultimately lead to its expansion.

The student celebrated his day a few days ago. This annoying feeling is driving me crazy.
At least I managed to fly around a bit, which is much better than celebrating Student's Day.

Down?

No, just to fly around.

I had a dream where I completely outplayed some guy...

I would really like to stop having dreams altogether, so they don't remind me of problems and temptations.

Actually, I've been dreaming about it for a long time, but it finally happened. It was an interesting spy thriller. An alternate world where order is maintained by "angels." And I put "angels" in quotes because it has nothing to do with biblical themes; they just call themselves that. It's some kind of powerful organization, like the Party in 1984, that has established an extremely totalitarian regime around the world, and only "their own" are considered full-fledged people, while the rest are just... that. In my family, I'm the older brother, but I was born with Down syndrome. My middle brother recently became an "angel," and our youngest brother was recruited by the resistance. And somehow, he managed to find a cure for me through his connections (which, in theory, should only be available to "angels"), and I was cured and became a fully functional person, and I joined the resistance. But, of course, I'm hiding the fact that my condition has changed. And so, there's a conversation with my middle brother, who doesn't suspect anything in particular, but, out of pure KGB habit, he puts quite a bit of pressure on me and my younger brother during the conversation. I'm intensely pretending to be mentally challenged, my speech is slurred, my facial expressions are terrible, I'm tilting my head (and after so many years of practice, I'm quite good at it), and there's also this trick – I regularly mimic others like a monkey, repeating their words as if I don't understand them. And then the "angel" says some words in English, and I mechanically repeat them – and I realize that I'm caught. Because I shouldn't have known those words, but I repeated them, albeit with grimaces, but with a clear understanding of the nuances of the speech. My middle brother's eyes widen, he looks at me intently, and I continue to play my role... until he backs off. But not for long. We get into a minivan: me, my younger brother, and our parents (who don't know anything). I somehow awkwardly sit in the back seat, as I'm used to, lying down and hunched over. I try to fall asleep. My middle brother stands outside and watches intently, and I can feel it even with my eyes closed. And then, somehow, I get tired of all this, so tired... As I was, hunched over and ugly, I started a pompous speech. A real Pompous Speech, about freedom, about how one cannot live in fear, et cetera, et cetera... My middle brother enters with a malicious grin and lifts me up with great force, grabbing me by the back of my neck and my legs; "angels" certainly have strength to spare. But our parents, simple and kind people, already understood what was happening, and they made their choice. The minivan doors slam shut, and a scuffle begins. My younger brother somehow quickly got out, my mother couldn't do much, and my father was pinned against the steering wheel by the "angel," who started choking him, while threatening the others that he would kill him. With some terrible effort, I hit my middle brother so hard that he let go of my father, and I pinned our "patriot" down with my legs as best I could, and started hitting him with my hands... Well, that's how it all ended. I hope that in the second part, we started a revolution, as it should be, and created a just society.

I dreamt that the Mafia ended, and everyone who had previously left came to comment on it. And then I dreamt that I was filming a movie.

and I'm available on Skype.