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I remember a scene from one of my dreams today. It was a post-apocalyptic setting, a ruined city, and we entered one of the buildings that used to be a cafe. The building was full of holes; I don't know how it hadn't collapsed. Through the walls and ceiling, you could partially see the street and the neighboring buildings. Visually, it reminded me of something like Fallout, like a big city from Fallout 3. So, we entered the building, and suddenly, a large robot with long legs and a spherical body/head (hello, Half-Life 2) walked past the building. It stopped and started looking at our shelter through the hole in the roof. There wasn't enough time to hide, plus the building was so damaged that it noticed us. For some reason, I immediately understood that other, smaller robots would come soon, and I ran to the door. One of them burst into the building, and I started fighting it. Then, I grabbed something sharp and stabbed it in the head, maybe in the eye or ear (these robots were structurally closer to humans), and then I don't remember what happened. But it probably didn't end well. The dream was probably partly inspired by watching a stream of Days Gone, which also features finishing off zombies by stabbing them in the head. And, of course, the post-apocalyptic setting, even if it didn't involve robots. Although the head-stabbing moment might also be related to a scene from a series where a man had a pen stuck in his eye. The dream was actually pretty good; it's a shame I didn't have the chance to explore the city and the world more. But now I want to play Fallout

Science has proven that games and movies lead to aggression.

and does the fact that dreams make you want to play?
come on, the robot looked like a robot. and aggression towards robots can be justified, because because of them, people are left without jobs.

In the bright socialist future, robots will do all the work.

Why use robots when people are cheaper?

And it’s even more reliable, if you believe Chernobyl.

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I dreamt that I took a train to Vermont.

So, how is it going?

they say it’s beautiful there in the fall.

The entire region is one large mountain covered in forest, and its surroundings. The wilder side isn't that great, but the gentler, sunlit side, with towns spread across its ledges, is quite nice. And indeed, as Aretz said, it had a beautiful autumn landscape.

I drag a heavy office chair down the street – towards a small store in the neighborhood. I need to make a few purchases, then take them home, and bring the chair inside. The store has two floors, with a department and a checkout counter downstairs and upstairs. When I arrive, there's a queue of 20 people per square meter upstairs, and they're directing me up there, while blocking the exit because they're doing wet cleaning on the first floor. Nevertheless, especially for me – a valued customer – they open a third checkout counter on the second floor with a young saleswoman, and while the crowd is crammed into one line, I make my purchases at the other.
I wanted to buy some carrots, and she gives me a small piece. How much does it cost, I ask? She doesn't answer, but talks to someone who is cleaning downstairs. I put down 50 rubles in cash, waiting for my change. She says – that's not enough. I say – what do you mean, not enough? It's just a piece of carrot. She says – oh, yes, that's true. I decided not to take it. I wanted to buy some sauce or seasoning, and I ask – where is it? She says – oh, I don't know. I look at her reproachfully, and the store cat sitting nearby looks at her the same way; she seems to feel embarrassed.
Then I say, okay, I want some ice cream. She immediately says happily – ah, it's here, it's here! She jumps to the other half of the second floor, where the queue of 20 people had already dispersed, and says to the 50-year-old female cashier: %name%, arrange some ice cream for this man! She "arranges" it – by pointing with her hand to several refrigerators that are there, telling him to look around, they won't stop him. I rummage through all of them, looking for the type of ice cream I want, but I can't find it. At one point, I notice that I almost touched the cat with my hand, which is sitting on a chair near the refrigerator. It looks like a plush toy, and I know that it probably is, because the real cat is in the other half of the floor, but I still flinch, and the cat flinches too and gets scared – after all, it was alive.
I take a random ice cream, go to the checkout counter with the 50-year-old woman. She suddenly says to me – oh, I thought you looked familiar, and you shop here all the time. I say – yes, I come in once a month. The woman: I'll give you a discount – and she doesn't scan my ice cream. Instead, the first young woman scans it, and I notice that there's a third cat sitting there, and it purrs loudly when it sees me, like a vacuum cleaner or a refrigerator. Moreover, I notice that it only has half a head – vertically – and something like a watermill wheel is attached to it. When it purrs, the wheel turns, and the purring turns into a strange melody, as if it's being filtered on a computer. You're liked by her, says the saleswoman.
Then the saleswoman extends her palms, closed, and asks for my palm to pass something. I give her my palm, and a peach/apricot pit in the shape of a pine cone is placed in it, gnawed down to a one-millimeter layer of pulp, and on the pulp, it says: "I 💜 you," and it's clear from the emotion that this is a professional gesture from the saleswoman to a regular customer. I take my purchases here, return to the previous checkout counter to pick up what I might have left there, but I don't see anything of mine, only an open cash register with money, and the keys to the car and apartment of the young saleswoman. I realize that I didn't buy anything, I met a creepy half-cat, I wasted a lot of time and effort, and there's still an office chair outside that I need to drag home, and I sigh heavily.

^

Maybe it wasn't a dream, you were just drunk and decided to go to the store?

Well, if I went to the store and spent money like **that**, it would probably be one of those times when I wouldn't have even a vague recollection of it after waking up...

Forgot to mention a recent dream, by the way. I remember it was about the current expedition, but I don't remember most of the details now. I definitely remember that Gungnir decided to hold another tournament for his students, and Revan, in one of the battles, made a mistake and put Shino to fight Veserod twice, confusing something when it was supposed to be a duel between Veserod and Kalentia. I also remember that Veserod, somehow, learned to tame animals (without the intention of having a pet), as a result of which, by the time of the duel, a small zoo of about a dozen different kinds of animals was following him. There might even have been an elephant and a giraffe, but I'm not sure anymore. And all these animals helped him in the tournament, which we complained about in gray text.

Communist Witches Attack

Anyway, it all started with me playing football with my classmates. But that part of the dream is only interesting to me. After the game, it turned out we still had classes. I really didn't want to go, so I decided to leave. I did it alone; no one else wanted to come with me. "Seeing" that traffic jams were building up in the city due to sudden rain, I decided this would serve as a good excuse for why I skipped class. I get on a minibus, find that there are plenty of empty seats, which makes me happy. After a while, I even manage to get a window seat. I take out my phone and go on HW. A girl sits down next to me (let's call her Mary for convenience). She asks if my internet is working and which browser I use. I tell her something, and she asks me to Google some information about witches. I reply that I'll finish what I'm looking at and then I'll search.

While I'm searching, she starts telling me about some kind of magic and how witches corrupt men. I laugh at this. To which she says, "What if I'm a witch too, and you're laughing for nothing?" I answer that Buddha protects me from witches.

The minibus stops, and it turns out it's not a minibus, but a bus carrying witches women (everyone on the bus is a woman) to a plant/Factory. Whether to work or for a tour. The location transforms into a deserted industrial-looking alley, and suddenly winter arrives. The "boss" appears (for convenience, let's call her Galina Petrovna); in the dream, her appearance was read as one of the strange professors from my first university.

On her command, all the women exit the bus, leaving only one (presumably Mary), either to guard the bus so I don't steal it, or to guard me so I don't escape. I continue chatting with her; she is openly flirting and suggests a date. I laugh and reply that I'll think about it, but only if she plays the flute for me right there in the bus. Which she does, lol. Of course, someone interrupts the process. She asks if I'll now go on a date with her. I laugh and reply that I won't go on a date with a girl who does things like that on the very first day of meeting. Mary, of course, gets "offended" and starts screaming HARASSMENT VIOLENCE HELP!!! I show no emotion. Galina Petrovna runs over, Mary complains about me, accusing me of harassment and sexual violence. The boss replies that I will definitely be punished, we just need to wait until the lawyers sort out the matter. I shrug my shoulders, say that I need to wash up, and go somewhere. I am not stopped; the location changes to some kind of sanatorium, with all the accompanying infrastructure.

Finding a shower, washing up, and wrapping myself in a towel, I step out into the corridor (apparently, that's how I got to the shower) and see some high school students. I ask them which floor this is; they answer that it's the third. I realize that I needed the fourth and that I ended up on the sanatorium floor where students are vacationing. I shrug my shoulders and head for the exit to go up to the fourth. Schoolgirls pass by, look at me, and giggle; I don't care.

Eventually, I start wandering through the building and end up in an office space where some distinguished men in suits are sitting at a semicircular table. Opposite the men is a large TV, and on it is a presentation for the new Mortal Kombat. I sit down with them. One of them, pointing at me, asks another: "What the hell is this?" (I'm still in just a towel and wet). They start discussing something in whispers. I, in turn, inform them that it was my father who gave them the money to develop the game, and if I don't like it, they'll lose their jobs. The guys suddenly become very polite. Then the doors open and more men in suits enter. One of them turns out to be my friend from university. I'm surprised how he got here. It turns out he won some MK tournament and was invited to the presentation of the new game. I shrug my shoulders, say goodbye to him, and leave to continue wandering the building.

I find myself in an office corridor. An angry Mary is walking back and forth there. Seeing me, she runs up and, giggling maliciously, tells me that they'll deal with me, that I'll be imprisoned for rape. And her lawyer will be that cool lady over there, pointing to a large portrait hanging on the wall (it was some blonde in a business suit, most likely a character from the Saul series). I shrug my shoulders; someone calls me into Galina Petrovna's office. But it turns out she's busy, and I'm left waiting in the corridor. The "raped" girl stands nearby and continues to gloat. Galina Petrovna comes out and announces that all charges are dropped, that there is no evidence, and generally, no one has time to deal with this. I shrug my shoulders; Mary gets angry and waves her arms. After this episode, the next one begins abruptly.

I'm now standing outside with Mary and two of her friends. Mary starts flirting with me again and talking about obscenities, hinting at a student day together with her friends. I laugh and suddenly make some witty remark about communists. Mary and her friends get very angry and try to attack me (well, it's no surprise they're communists; who else would play the flute voluntarily and with great pleasure, and then accuse someone of rape?). I run away from them, laughing merrily, jump on a horse, pull out a revolver, and start shooting at their feet. At first, they dance from the shots like in cartoons, and then they run away. And I, to a song where communists hang from trees, ride off into the sunset.