Posts from Dreams. Auto-translated

the title sounds like something out of a sensationalist newspaper.

Besides everything else, I had a dream again about the cat I used to play with. It’s been happening often lately.

buy a cat

Thank you, but no.

Added 25 minutes later

She's asking if I'll go on a date with her now. I laugh and say that I won't go on a date with a girl who does such things on the very first day of our acquaintance.

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The title sounds like something out of a tabloid.

It's like I walked into Twitter.

I had a dream that Siever posted a list of mid-length games he lost in, and among them was the first Dawn of War. And I asked him for more details about it, and he started replaying it right in front of me, showing all the cutscenes and explaining what was happening, how, and why.

After such dreams, even real life doesn't seem scary.

I was walking home from work, tired and feeling unwell. I wanted to have a drink, or maybe go to the gym; it was Monday, I knew that for sure, but I didn't go to the gym – it was too late. I saw four fencers in the courtyard in front of my building, all wearing good protective gear, but they were all fighting terribly clumsily. More precisely, two fencers and two female fencers, all with long swords, or rather, feder swords, and after the sparring, they went to the swings and pull-up bars. I showed them how to do pull-ups properly – I could do twice as many. After that, I invited them to my place. I told them that their techniques were crap, that I would beat them up, even though I was a sabre fencer, and I don't know what came over me then – I knew that my ancestors wouldn't tolerate weirdos. And they agreed, and I didn't know why I had invited them.
They came, a guy and a girl, and in that order, I beat them up. The guy started to get ready to leave. He was skinny and wore glasses. The girl tried to flirt with me, but she was fat, so I beat her up too, knocked out a couple of her teeth, and told them both to come back later, or I would come to train in the courtyard – then I would teach them how to fight. My ancestors showed up, and thank God the guy hadn't left yet – I said that I was teaching them how to fence. My ancestors were shocked, and I got in trouble, but not too badly. Although that fat woman had already started to undress – it was a terrible sight.

And then there was blood, and a lot of it, and the townspeople were attacking each other – some kind of collective madness, and I was slipping between them, afraid of getting caught – there were many of them, and I was alone. I slipped from the very edge of town towards my house. But then I was overcome by a bloodlust, and I started killing, and it was a rare blood feast, although in each fight there were always only about four people, no more. And I tore their throats, and I drank their blood, and I was very satisfied, and very worried – these were not my desires, these were predatory desires. And I think I killed my parents and tore their throats, and then the dream changed.

I was working again, but I couldn't show up at the base, because I was sick. My colleagues picked me up in a "Gazelle" van at an agreed-upon location. I helped them, and then I went home, avoiding everyone, because I was in quarantine. But that evening, I saw a girl, and it was the one I had been attracted to before, and with her was some kind of ghoul, fat and short – I wanted to kill him, the one who dared to get close to the one I cared about. I followed them, without attracting attention, and then it turned out that the ghoul was her grandmother, and my grandmother was walking next to them, and she was telling them what a fool I was. I said to my grandmother – why are you talking about me like that, you old hag? She said: what should I do, you have long hair, right, you're a criminal. I said – were you trying to hurt me? This life has no meaning for me, your words are nothing.
The next day, the Gazelle van didn't meet me. I walked around the neighboring areas, I waited, but it was all in vain. I scratched my head and felt that my long hair was breaking and tearing off, like rotten rags, and I was getting weaker each time, and I panicked. And then I woke up.

forgotten by Guy

I often dream that I am some other character, just like in games or expansions. This time, I was an elf, even though the setting of the dream started as a purely modern, urban environment – I didn't understand why. But that's how it was. It was a rather snowy winter. Between the city and the nearest forest stretched a long ravine-like canal. During a walk along it, I discovered a strange anomaly: a couple of trees and the space around them were snow-free, contrary to the season, and moreover, green and covered with grass and leaves, as if it were summer. Was it a geothermal source? An attempt to walk further along the forest showed that it was unlikely – further on, the greenery was continuous, and it couldn't be a coincidence. We continued our walk. A couple of kilometers later, my attention was drawn to a tree that didn't look like the typical trees in this forest – it was too branched, as if it were from an African equatorial forest. As you enter, you immediately see a lot of wildlife. Some baboons are marching on two legs, and spider-like monkeys are jumping from branch to branch, and birds are flying... It's warm and pleasant, and I even wanted to lie down for a while on the grass, right next to these primates, but they didn't pay any attention to me. A little further into the forest stood two thick stone Towers, facing each other like gates. Here were people in medieval attire; a guard walked around, wearing chainmail with a fabric in heraldic colors over it, and he held a similar heraldic shield in his hand. An attempt to ask him about what this place was led to nothing, unfortunately, and the other people didn't clarify anything either. When I asked them what the Towers were and what they were for, the answers were in the spirit of... Well, imagine a person from the Middle Ages asking you what a "car" is, and you answer that "I got stuck in traffic in it yesterday," without explaining anything in detail. It was the same here; we didn't synchronize our thoughts. Finally, I (my character) decided to ask: "What is behind the Towers?" The answer surprised me: "Oh, that's not even the most interesting part!" All this contrast, the feeling of euphoria from touching something unusual and beautiful, was already overwhelming me, but after hearing this... Indeed, the people behaved and spoke about this place as if it were something ordinary, while for me, it was a small miracle. So, what else is there in this world that I haven't seen? With this anticipation, the dream ended.

I had a dream that Revan released a new expansion called "Revan's Axe," although I don't remember the details very well. I distinctly remember that Hermit was among the players. I remember that while one of the players was taking a quest, another player accidentally completed the same quest. I also remember there was a strange quest that was only given to a specific character and only under the condition that he would complete it solo, but the quest itself involved eliminating a very creepy and dangerous-looking monster. Even in the dream, players commented that it looked like a group quest, not something designed for one person.

I've had this dream multiple times now: my filling comes loose, and my tooth shatters into pieces.

Another dream about flying. I should have been recording them all, starting with the very first one (although that one seems to have been back in school). And for some reason, in these flying dreams, I remember that I know how to fly, and this skill stays with me, even improving with each dream. In the last couple of times, I've been flying without any props (well, before that, there was a carpet), although I don't remember exactly how I took off (maybe like Superman, i.e., effortlessly, which is why I don't remember it). This time, the moment of takeoff stuck in my mind the best, and it was near the end (before that, I was flying normally, although I don't remember what for, I think just for fun and along the same trajectory, as if patrolling the perimeter). So, considering my fatigue from the aimless flight, this takeoff was a little difficult, and I felt a heaviness in my muscles, more like a dull ache, like after a workout. This sensation was in my arms, because that's what I used to take off, like a bird that runs and starts flapping its wings, only in my case, it was my arms. In the dream, there was somehow an association with an owl, and at some point, I was as if watching myself from a third-person perspective, seeing that my arms were surrounded by some kind of blue energy contour, in which the silhouette of wings could be seen (you know, like in all sorts of cartoons, including anime. Why do I remember the latest Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and Shaman King?😅). And so, that's how I took off, and that was it. I don't know why, maybe I was showing someone how I can fly. But it was cool, as always. P.S. But before that, there was definitely at least one dream (maybe two) where I was flying without any props. And yet, I think that in those dreams, I could just take off by wishing it, without any preparation

I dreamt that I woke up at a factory to the sound of an alarm clock and couldn't straighten up; I was walking like Quasimodo, and I kept falling asleep – I would just stand there, frozen, like someone with narcolepsy. I tried to push the folding bed back into place, and at the same time, a cat was hissing at me, but it only did it when I turned away or blinked; otherwise, it just stood there, motionless.
And a few minutes later, all of this happened in reality, except without the cat.

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