Posts from Dreams. Auto-translated

I had a dream the night Varya ordered pizza from Claire. In the dream, there were no tables left at the cafe, so we had to get it to go and walk to the park with the pizza. On the way, we encountered some random NPCs, which was amusing. More recently, I dreamt of an animation, like someone made a sequel to Soviet cartoons. It was some kind of comedy, featuring Sharik from "Three from Prostokvashino" and the Wolf from "Wait for Me!", and Matroskin accidentally cut up an old CRT television with a can opener. It was a strange crossover. Then there was another cartoon, also supposedly of Russian production, but it was made with clay animation. The animation was a bit jerky, but the figures were very beautiful, glossy, detailed, and had beads added where needed. It depicted various animals, and there was beautiful music playing, but the idea was that a major natural disaster was about to happen, and everyone would die. Then, special, almost magical, sundials were shown (i.e., clocks that accurately measure time by the sun, but looked like ordinary clocks with hands), and as a byproduct of their operation, they produced enchanted sand. With each second of the clock's operation, the magical sand poured into a flask next to the clock. If you used the power of this sand, you could change the course of time and the sun, and then the catastrophe threatening the whole world would not happen. But why were all these natural disasters, tsunamis, and earthquakes supposed to happen in the first place? Maybe if the clock hadn't measured time and created magical sand, the world would have been safe? Simply because time is flowing incorrectly now, but without the clock, it would flow as nature intended. The last thought, I remember, really struck me. Such an observer effect paradox in a children's cartoon, it looked really powerful...

For the first time in a long time, I had a vivid dream.
In the first half of the dream, I wandered aimlessly through my neighborhood, sat on benches, and inhaled the scent of summer foliage. In the second half, there were intense urban battles with mech warriors, each several stories high, with amazing graphics and music. Every time I defeated a robot in my lightweight mech, after a while, a heavier and more terrifying class of robot would invade the city, with different weapons, and I had to find new ways to destroy them.
And in the breaks between these battles, I ran around on foot, as a butterfly warrior, with a katana and a pistol, and with a rifle on swap, through offices, supermarkets, and other urban jungles, searching for the mastermind, because I was the pilot, and these guys were all controlled remotely. In the end, I found him - he looked like a regular working guy, wearing a cap, just like Kenny from the "Walking Dead" series, and it turned out that he had also been brainwashed. In the end, he came to his senses, was a little shocked by what was happening, begged for mercy, and I had to let him live. But after that, I received a communiqué from the real mastermind, who, in the best traditions, congratulated me, and then immediately gloated, promising a second episode and spoiling the new phase of the plan, in which he would send even more robots to destroy me and the city - he lined up these mechs in a row from smallest to largest and flew around them with a camera, presumably so that I could prepare in advance and know what to expect. And then I woke up in Russia.

I thought you would post Futaba’s dream here when I saw the new post.

I had a dream that I was at war, launching nuclear missiles at Ukraine. I was sitting in a trench, counting the "mushroom clouds" – there were six of them. We didn't have any more missiles, but we seemed to have won anyway. I asked some officer – what's up, how much will they pay me? He said – well, we'll give you forty, see how quickly it all ended. It was a strange feeling, like it was good that the whole thing was over, but also like the money wasn't enough. And then they dropped a cassette bomb on us, and I woke up.

I forgot to mention something. I had a dream today where I was sitting at a table with Heaven and Alex, and they were singing, and Heaven was also playing the lute.

I dreamt that I was going to war with Ment. We were sitting with other recruits somewhere in Russia, waiting for our turn to fill out paperwork, and then artillery started shelling us. A wall was destroyed, but we were still alive. A random sergeant walked by and said:
-- Well, what did you expect? We're not winning the war.
-- What unit are we in?
-- Belgorod...
-- Forget this, I'm out of here.
I actually left: I walked out through the gate without a checkpoint and headed north on my own, while Ment seemed to stay. I had to run around some industrial area and recruit civilians to join me, but I don't remember much else.
Lately, all I dream about is war. In about a third of my dreams, there's artillery shelling, and in the rest, it's all paperwork, moving, arguments with contractors, and other nonsense. Now, it's both, and with Ment too.

Today I dreamt that I inherited a luxurious house in an old building (we're talking about the architecture, and it's in good condition), which also served as a school, and I had some kind of conflict with other people who were also vying for this property. Also, I (apparently being younger) was in love with my teacher and was trying to seduce her. I don't remember many details.

I dreamt that Kosha was playing with us in the expansion and even tried to unlock the friendship bonus for Alidum during the bonding event. But Alidum got so annoyed with him during this event that she gave up on it. And just as she was about to leave, it turned out that someone had ambushed them. It seems like some monsters. I also remember in this dream that Revan liked her roleplaying and the quest (which described a childhood friend) so much that Revan even allowed her to introduce this childhood friend into the game.

Today I dreamt that my temporal lobes of the skull and brain were removed, and as a result, my head had a strange shape, not oval or round, but as if a giant had squeezed the upper half between his thumb and index finger. I walked the streets and pretended that everything was okay, so that people wouldn't stare at me. They did stare, but not too much, because I made a considerable effort, and I also dressed in a luxurious suit with a cloak, which attracts attention in itself, gives an aura of wealth, business acumen, and respectable humanity, thereby forcing people to overlook other nuances.

Alidum has annoyed me for so long that the only way I consider interacting with him is through a "my fist meets his face" bonding experience. He disrespects his mother and father, does nasty things to the headmistress, and corrupts girls; it's disgusting to be like that.

Doesn't respect his mother and father.

He respects his mother, even though he shouldn't.

so that people wouldn't look at me askance

dressed in a luxurious suit with a cloak

It looks like a giant squeezed it between his thumb and index finger.

Like this?

Here's what it looks like. There are no bone fractures at the site of the dents, so the anatomy isn't very safe; you could easily sustain a serious injury if you're not careful.

maybe you were just in the universe of the cartoon "Hey Arnold"?