Posts from Dreams. Auto-translated

I was actually thinking of posting a picture from there, but I decided not to. We communicate too much...

in the universe of the cartoon "Hey Arnold"

One of the possible versions of the afterlife.

I was out for a walk with a colleague and his child (a girl), but the outing was marred by the fact that some evil organization was hunting the girl, and we, in our foolishness, accidentally revealed her location via GPS. When we realized our mistake, we turned off all our devices and, in a state of full combat readiness, tried to escape to a safe place. We were protecting the child: my colleague was leading, I was bringing up the rear, and the girl was in the middle, and we moved like that. It was like in a Heroes of Might and Magic game, on quests where you have to escort someone, yeah.
We were going down the stairs, there were a lot of people, some students, but I noticed suspicious activity out of the corner of my eye. A group of students was walking by, chatting, but I saw that one of the girls, a blonde with glasses, had wide, surprised eyes, and next to her in the crowd was her exact copy. In a split second, I reacted and fired three headshots at the imposter with a beam of light from my finger (I was like some kind of light mage).
The students who were actually not students pulled out their weapons, whatever they had, the real students disappeared, my colleague also started shooting back, and I activated a protective field of light around myself and the girl.
My colleague was quickly taken down (not killed), as I couldn't protect him with the field without interfering with his shooting. Besides, my resources were limited, and after each hit on the protective dome, it became harder for me to stand. And there were many hits, they were really pouring it on us... Despite this, I sometimes managed to find a moment and deactivate the protective field for a short time to shoot someone with a beam from my finger. In this way (plus what my colleague managed to do before he went down), I reduced the number of enemies to two. I was standing there, barely holding on, my heart pounding, and these two were still talking to each other, like, "Too bad we don't have any grenades..." Yeah, thanks, guys, that you didn't bring grenades, I really appreciate it...
Fortunately, their bullets ran out a little sooner than my magic did. One of them did pull out a laptop, I have no idea why, but the thought flashed through my tired mind, "He's going to try to blow up the battery!" And before the terrorist could carry out his plan, I hit him with the protective dome (that is, I walked up and hit him like a battering ram). He dropped the laptop, which was good...
After that, I said to the attackers, "Let's call it a draw? Maybe you can still help your comrades..." and I nodded towards a pile of wounded people nearby. After these words, they pursed their lips thoughtfully and silently left, without providing any first aid to anyone. Well, that's good too, because if they had thought to take ammunition from the bodies of their allies, I would have been done for, I wouldn't have been able to withstand another barrage...
In short, no loli suffered as a result. Mission accomplished.

I had a dream that I was taking driving lessons for a Category C license. And I was driving a ZIL-130 truck around my apartment.

I keep having a lot of dreams (probably due to the antidepressants), although I only remember a small portion of them. Very often, it's the same plot, as if it's the same setting, not quite a game, but just a fantasy-themed world. There are all sorts of stats (HP, etc.), but it feels like if you die once, that's it. So, it's closest to "reality" but with game mechanics elements. Today, after a long introduction that I don't remember very well, we had a party of five people. The leader looked like Tomoe from Fate/Grand Order, and I apparently was in love with her. There was also me, Lock and Pless, and someone else I don't remember (sorry), and we were wandering through dungeons with a sinister, church-like theme. I only remember the last boss, one half of which was a huge white woman, and the other half was black (not in terms of real-world race, but literally – completely white and black, as if one was made of marble and the other of onyx, and both of her faces were motionless, like a statue), and she had black and white wings behind her, and she was levitating. We kept our distance most of the time while she launched some kind of horrible-looking substance at us, again, in black and white colors, but in the end, we still defeated her, and she turned into a woman in black robes. We talked to her about something, and she told me that I had lost a lot of HP... It turned out that her substance dealt permanent damage, and as a result, I lost 11k HP (I had 52k total, and now I have 41k, I don't know why I remember these numbers), and that happened because I was sort of a tank with a sword and shield and was defending the others... I remember trying to show that everything was fine, but in reality, I was very upset. I don't remember what happened next.
The other day, I had a dream about how I and some other adventurers had to defeat a huge lamia (snake woman), and it ended with me "romancing" her and saving the situation without a fight 8-)

There are all sorts of stats (HP, etc.), but it feels like if you die once, that's it.

So, a classic expansion?

It turned out that this substance of hers inflicted permanent damage, and as a result, I received -11k HP (I had 52k total and was left with 41k, I don't know why I remembered these numbers), and it happened because I was kind of a tank with a sword and shield and was defending the others... I remember trying to show that everything was fine, but in reality, it was very upsetting.

A lesson for the future: don't add permanent damage...

The other day, there was a story about how I and some other adventurers had to defeat a huge lamia (snake-grandmother), and it ended with me "romancing" her and saving my HP 8-)

Fixed.

Write.

First, I'll finish Cronos. Then I'll create a comic based on my other setting. And after that, there will be spin-offs, prequels, and sequels for both universes...

I had a dream that in NationStates, you could get random chemical elements in their pure form delivered to your email by subscribing (for 2499 rubles, for some reason). They send a small amount, but with a good chance of sending something expensive, so I collected a collection of rare earth elements in the form of powders (although I'm looking at it now, and I think I overestimated their value in my dream).
And then I even got cesium, which is great, where else would I get that...

Today, I was a sergeant in an empty military unit – the only person there. And then a new recruit arrived, reported to me clearly and concisely, and, considering it was the middle of the night, didn't even notice that there was no one else here but me. I then decided to play a joke on him and took him on a tour of the unit, showing him where everything was and telling him about it, addressing imaginary officers in my reports and chatting with the other personnel, who were supposedly behind closed doors, around corners, in rooms, or in corridors – in general, so as not to be seen by the private, who stood a little further away and obediently watched this scene. Sometimes, when I completely disappeared from his view – for example, when I went into a room – I would even answer for the other side in a supposed voice, so that it really seemed as if a dialogue had taken place. This continued for some time, until I gradually began to reduce the level of secrecy – for example, I openly showed him the empty guard post, shouted my words into the distance of the barracks, and with a laugh pretended that the soldier had messed up and was probably not standing at his post, but somewhere in the storage room, sleeping or on the toilet. Gradually, it all came to the point where I openly led the private to another place where there were supposed to be soldiers, and in reality, there was no one there. I introduced the new recruit to them as if nothing had happened, then jumped to the other side of the room, where these soldiers would have been standing, and answered in their voice, and so on, again and again. To my surprise, even at that moment, the private didn't even raise an eyebrow or show any sign that I was just being crazy, but with a serious face, he reported and nodded to his new comrades, whom I was staging at that moment. This story ended with me developing a deep respect for this new recruit and considering him a true soldier, strictly adhering to the letter of the regulations, and after thinking about it, I realized that he had also developed the same feelings for me for the same reason. The last thing I managed to think was that I would like to have more people like us in the armed forces; then, perhaps, order would finally prevail.

It all started with a dream about an expedition, with a forum, usernames, posts, and everything else. Unfortunately, I don't remember anything from that dream, but we can pretend it's somehow connected to the next one. I dreamed that I was in some kind of castle with two companions who didn't have real-life counterparts, but again, we can pretend they were some of the forum users. There was a feeling, as always, that it was all just a game, that I was in a computer game, but at the same time, everything was happening as if it were real. We talked to local NPCs and tried to get some information from them. The problem was that I couldn't remember our in-game names, so I tried to address my companions either by their nicknames or by the names of their classes. I think I said something like "Ranger." At first, my companions corrected me, but in the end, they gave up, and we told the NPCs that these were the nicknames we used among ourselves. When the NPCs left and we were alone, the one of us who seemed to be the leader said that we needed a special pass to move around the castle without any problems. Immediately, some background information loaded into my brain: we were guests in the castle, we were restricted in our movements, and we could only move around a small part of it. The pass could be obtained from the local queen, princess, or duchess – some important young lady. After the discussion ended, our leader reprimanded me for apologizing too often. I wanted to say "sorry" first out of habit, and then as a joke, but I held back. But I thought to myself that I was actually the mastermind here, and all my excessive shyness and politeness were just a cover to act in the shadows. In the end, we went to the duchess, and in my brain, either a fantasy or an alternative save loaded, where everything went well: the three of us entered in dark robes, hiding our faces. I said in a steel voice that we were representatives of some organization and needed a pass for inspection. The skill check was successful, and the duchess, without any doubt, issued us a document, which we took. But then the same scene started again, but in an unsuccessful version: we brought some unknown girl with us to pretend that she was from the same organization, and the third member of our team was with her, whom I will call "useless" because that's what he was. This girl started to stammer and stumble, jumping from one sentence to another, and when she stopped, the useless one said something like "yes, yes, that's right." The duchess started to laugh heartily, the girl immediately blushed and ran away, and the three of us were left standing there. When the duchess finished laughing, she said very friendly, "Well, that was funny, you really made me laugh, thank you very much." The leader tried to step forward and started to mumble something about "maybe you can help us too...?", but I immediately felt that a more direct approach was needed here, and I was also tired of playing second fiddle, so I took an even bigger step forward and charmingly, but politely, said, "Duchess, I'm glad you enjoyed our little performance! We are always happy to be of service! But we also need something, namely a pass from you to move around the entire castle. Unfortunately, the local servants have completely lost their minds and demand this pass from us at every turn." The duchess slightly raised her eyebrow, and I knew that my game had begun... Hearing my request, she said something like, "I didn't think that such a polite young man would have such problems," and another portion of background information loaded into my head: while my companions were clumsily barging into all the doors and rooms, I, playing the role of an extremely polite person, knocked every time, and once I even had the opportunity to open the door for the duchess so that she could pass through. All of this was perceived by the locals as a sign of excellent upbringing and high manners. Continuing to speak in the same tone, I said, "Yes, you can imagine how much the servants decided to harass our movements, even with my manners, there are problems." The duchess took a piece of paper, wrote something on it, and handed it to me to sign. When she did this, I noticed her very small and thin fingers, and immediately an association with chicken feet arose in my head, but in a good sense. The final piece of background information loaded into my head: during the first meeting with the duchess, the leader tried to kiss her hand, but she pulled it away and hissed, as if to say, "What does he think he's doing?" I gently touched the tips of her fingers, which was perceived as a final confirmation of my noble breed. I decided that I should strike while the iron is hot and earn points with the powerful of this world, so I said with a sigh, "Oh, Duchess, if I could touch your hands again, I could die a happy man." She pulled her fingers away and took out a vial with something that, as I understood, was poison. I quickly corrected myself, "But of course, I would prefer to continue living happily after experiencing the pleasure of feeling your hands..." She put the vial away and extended her fingers to me. I first touched the tips of her fingers again, but then I dared and completely covered them with my hands. For the duchess, this was obviously one of the most intimate contacts with a man in her life, because she literally began to melt and praise how big and warm my hands were. Then, even more skillfully trying to play with my intonations, I tried to portray a bolder lover who couldn't believe his own audacity and asked for permission to kiss her hands. She gave me permission, and I first touched my lips to them once, then again and again. At that moment, the useless one (yes, yes, my companions didn't disappear anywhere, they just moved a little to the side, but continued to watch) said something like, "Well, let's wrap it up, it's time for us to go," and I thought to myself that it was time to drop the mask and growled, "Shut up and don't interfere," after which I continued to kiss the duchess's hand. For me, all this was still partly a game, but the best game is the one you believe in yourself, so I was partly really enjoying the moment. After waiting a little longer, the useless one turned on the local equivalent of a radio, which made us and the duchess terribly frightened because we thought that servants had entered the room, and we were in such an intimate (by local customs) situation. I flew away from the duchess by 2-3 meters and fell to the floor. Although it later became clear that everything was okay, the moment was irrevocably ruined. The three of us ran out of her room, and she slammed the door. From behind the door, I heard her loudly reciting poems, with approximately the following meaning: everywhere there are rumors and gossips, which at the slightest opportunity will begin to say that she not only allowed her hand to be kissed but also celebrated a full-fledged day of the duke. The funniest thing is that since I was still in the game, I heard her go to her bed and fall into it to cry, and the poems continued to play on repeat, just in case I had missed them (and I really did miss them slightly for some reason). After that, we finally had to start our operation to investigate other parts of the castle with the pass we had obtained, and that's when I woke up. It was terribly disappointing because it seemed that the plot would develop very interestingly, but I won't see it anymore :(

In some backwater town in the 90s, there lived an old man, and it so happened that some "entrepreneurs" of that time came to him with a very specific proposal. These "entrepreneurs" were counterfeiters, and not just any, but their operation was on a fantastic scale. However, they had a problem: they were drying the banknotes in a simple washing machine, and they needed a specific model. Unfortunately, their own machine broke down beyond repair. As you can guess, the old man had exactly that: an old, dilapidated machine, covered in paper and tape, but still working. They explained the situation to him, and the old man, being no fool, replied: "Two hundred thousand." Of course, they were shocked by such audacity, but money was not a problem, so it worked. Some woman counted out the required amount and they took the machine away. And the old man, in his town on the outskirts of the Vast Lands, used that money to build a temple – a wooden, tall, and beautiful one. It still stands there today...

Every day, I have all sorts of strange dreams. Sometimes it's something related to games, sometimes it's nostalgic (oh well...), and sometimes it's just cringeworthy. Often, all of this happens in one night. Today, I dreamt that I was with a large group of people (like a summer camp or something) and we went out into nature, and I was planning to kill someone. I had done this before, as if I was replaying the same game, following the same path. I don't remember if I succeeded this time, but somehow, someone from the group started tracking me, and I had to cover my tracks. A whole amateur investigation began, with people examining the area and everything. Then, we ended up in a school (?), and suddenly, someone brought in a fingerless glove, and I happened to have the same kind, but I had lost one. I thought, "Oh no, now everything will be revealed," but then my former neighbor from the apartment building showed up and said that the glove was his, and he showed me his other one, or maybe he gave me one of his, so we would have a pair. I don't know exactly, but the point is that he cleared me, but I didn't quite understand why (maybe out of good intentions, we used to hang out a lot when we were kids, etc.), and I was a bit suspicious. However, the story didn't end there, and the dream continued in some kind of factory or in the basement of a workshop, where there were many different heating pipes, some of normal size and some quite large. Some of them ran along the walls, and others went through the room from top to bottom (it reminded me of some computer games). But the main thing is that the search continued here. So, all the people were walking in pairs, examining the building, when suddenly an alarm went off, and everyone rushed into one room. Then, some strange conversation began about gender, either about determining the gender of a newly found body or about the fact that the search teams consisted of people of the same gender (and yes, these were mostly adults, many of them overweight, and their faces were like those in American TV shows). I thought to myself that this was some kind of nonsense, but I didn't say anything so as not to attract attention. Then, the dream moved to another part of the building, where the pipes ran along the wall. But here, I was already observing from the outside, specifically watching a conversation between two characters from a sitcom that I had recently rewatched. The girl looked normal, and the guy was dressed in a Batman costume (he dressed up as him twice in the series) and was standing on a pipe. He told her that he had found the killer (although I don't rule out that he was talking about the unknown person who was tracking me, but now he himself was presented as the killer and was seeking justice). A moment later, his head separated from his body, and the corpse fell down. Immediately, the killer appeared, who looked very much like the "Kill Bill" character, maybe only with a different color scheme. She and the girl from the sitcom started fighting, during which the "Kill Bill" character was pierced by a katana (which she was apparently using, although it was too long even for an adult). Then, some of the searchers, including me, ran up. We stood around the killer, who was still standing, bleeding, and speaking in a robotic voice, calling for her mother. (maybe she was really a robot?). Everyone was looking at her, discussing what had happened and mockingly commenting on the state of the robot girl, although I didn't really hear anything except for occasional laughter, because in my ears, I heard a robotic "Mom... mom... mom..." which made me feel sorry for the dying creature. That's the kind of dream I had. I think there was something else happening in some places, or maybe later, but I don't remember anymore...

I dreamt that I was in some unknown war, fighting for an unknown side. I remember there were some column-like shelters, and we had to hide behind them while running forward. And shells were whistling. I tried to calculate the approximate interval between their whistles because they came in bursts – the shells flew past, only the crackle of bullets remained, then the shells flew past again, and so on. I successfully ran to the first column, then to the second, but I miscalculated the intervals, and one of the shells hit me while I was running, and it burned my shoulder. I thought that since I was wounded, I should run back, so I ran back to the first column, but this time, a bullet hit me in the leg, approximately in the foot. I couldn't run and crawled back to the second column. Then, somehow, I ended up with the doctors. I explained to them where I was hit, and they started filling out papers. I said, "I didn't even do any initial treatment; maybe you can do something?" They said, "Oh, there wasn't even any initial treatment? Okay, we'll do it now." They laid me on a table and started discussing how to access my wounds. They started cutting my pants for some reason, even though I begged them not to – I really didn't want them to ruin my pants. Then they decided to start cutting my boot, and I really started to freak out – I remember thinking it was a very good boot, and there was no chance of replacing it. But they cut it anyway. Inside, there was a broken jar with some kind of pickles or something. The doctors were shocked by this, but I remembered that I had indeed kept some food supplies there for emergencies and didn't see anything wrong with it. Finally, they removed the pickles and examined the area of my leg that was hurting. There was no wound there, but there was a small, reddish bruise, about the size of a real bullet. I said, "Probably one of the pickles stopped the bullet's penetrating force and saved me from being wounded." The doctors looked at me like I was an idiot, but what else could I say? How else could I explain it? I said, "Well, I definitely have a real wound in my shoulder," although I don't remember if there were any bloodstains there or if I just imagined it because I felt blood on my body. And I even had time to think that next time, to avoid such a situation, I should put my fingers to the supposed wound and see if there is any blood on them – after all, they do that in movies for a reason. Then I woke up.