Dreams. Auto-translated

Again, those Haven players are ruining my dreams. How long will this continue?

I had a dream about Mafia, inspired by the emotions from the last game we played. This time, it was a strange mix of Mafia and an expansion pack, where you could immerse yourself in a post-apocalyptic game world (not just through text, but by actually walking around, exploring, and doing things). There were no special abilities for the roles, except for healing, checking, and killing for the Mafia and the Serial Killer. You could wander around the city during the day and night, doing things like taking on small quests for bonuses, collecting items that gave buffs or debuffs, and even dying. At a certain time, everyone would materialize in one place and make a collective decision. The Mafia and Serial Killer probably teleported to their victims before killing them, but I didn't get to that stage because I only saw the events of the first day, and no one was killed on the first night to give the townspeople a small advantage. I was a simple townsperson without any special abilities, wandering around the city where it was clear who were NPCs and who were players. We talked to each other, had friendly conversations, and some people even formed groups to explore the city and do quests, but I was scared and preferred to stay alone. Then I heard that Arandor had ended up in the hospital, and I went with someone else to find out what happened. At the hospital, I saw Arandor lying in a bed, covered in dirt and burns. Ment and Heroist were also there, and they told me that they had been walking together, and everything was fine until Aretz noticed a huge pile of ash that looked like it had been deliberately swept into a heap, like a pile of garbage. Arandor somehow thought that there might be a useful item hidden in the dirt and started digging through it. It turned out that it was ash from some volcano, charged with radioactive energy, and Arandor would die on the second night because of his mistake. By that time, all the players had gathered in the hospital (I don't remember exactly how many players there were, but there were about 10 people in the room, and I didn't recognize any of them). For some reason, everyone decided that Arandor was just a simple townsperson without any special abilities (even though his role wouldn't be known even after his death), and then everyone left. I went to the bus stop (this world was partly like the real world and partly like a fantasy world, I don't know how to describe it, but it wasn't like in Fallout) to go "home" (i.e., to the place that was my home in the game). Kosha came with me, and she decided that this world was too dangerous to wander around in recklessly. On the bus, we chatted peacefully, but I felt uncomfortable, and I had the feeling that the Mafia was trying to gain my trust, she seemed too friendly. In the end, when we reached some kind of market and the bus was driving right through the middle of the stalls, risking hitting people, but no one seemed to mind. I saw some incredibly beautiful shoes, and all thoughts left my head. I decided that I had to get off at the next stop (which was very close), so I quickly said goodbye to Kosha and jumped out of the bus. Then, for some reason, I didn't go directly to the seller, but took a detour, just in case Kosha had also gotten off and decided to follow me. On the way, I ran into a seller whose entire stall was filled with lingerie and stockings of various levels of modesty and all possible colors. And that's when I woke up. I don't remember who the GM was, but considering that this world was trying to kill us, and there were beautiful dresses, shoes, and sexy stockings at the market, I'm going to guess that the game was run by Revan.

a useful item might be hidden in this dirt

That's how it was in Zelda...

Haven't played any of the games in the series.

Reven definitely GM'd, 146% sure.
And I was a medic who wanted to heal you. But you woke up because you were killed by the Mafia. If I had healed you, you would have finished your sleep, and maybe you would have even won.

I should have been keeping track of how many dreams involved flying...
Flying is definitely cool. This time, though, it was a bit difficult; I lacked speed and maneuverability, and I'm not sure why. And the terrain was so awful, like in an old game that can't load textures in the distance, resulting in locations with limited visibility. I flew back and forth, but there were no beautiful views anywhere; either trees or something else was in the way, and I couldn't fly higher for some reason. Then, I started dreaming about warehouses, some kind of chases, and maybe even a shooter game.

Flying is definitely cool. This time, though, it was a bit difficult; I lacked speed and maneuverability, not sure why.

Old age.

I never fly in dreams, but I've "often" (repeatedly) found myself in a situation where I jump so high and fall so slowly that it's practically the same. Always very enjoyable cartoons.

Oh, I had a dream during the Workshop Mafia event, but I didn't write about it right away so that no one would think it was some kind of hint... But now I can.

I dreamed that, in addition to experience and the Mafia game, some newbie showed up and organized yet another Mafia game, and everyone signed up.
Except for me. I left a couple of encouraging posts in the thread, like "good job," "cool Mafia," "cool setting," and that was it... Or so I thought.
Imagine my surprise when Rev added me to the Skype chat. Okay, I went back to the thread and checked my posts, and yes, among them was no application form, which everyone else had (for various fantasy-themed roles). I really didn't want to play. So I wrote something in the chat, not knowing what to say; everyone was in the game, except for Locke, who was typing without a microphone.
I wanted to randomize our roles and join, just to do something useful: but Siv beat me to it, also randomizing everything, and signing off with "Sincerely, Silverfail."
Oh yeah, our GM wasn't there because he didn't have Skype. So, Rev, Locke, Siv, and me.

I don't know how it all ended; I didn't really care

Thank you. After yesterday’s jokes during the expedition, I dreamt of Rinze. =/

Haven't you heard the singing yet?

Not yet...

I had a dream that Arandor banned me in the experience thread for "promoting lesbian separatism." At the same time, none of the spammers supported him; they wrote that it was nonsense and that they would complain to the Creator. But moderators from other sections came and started saying that everything was right, that's how it should be. A strange dream.

I had a dream that I was standing at a commuter train station in some dirty cyberpunk city where there were drug addicts, trash, etc., everywhere, and to get on the train, I had to entertain a "respected person" (as far as I understood, in the dream there were two categories of people - those who controlled everything, and everyone else). I approached the camera through which the creep was watching me, danced some nonsense for her, and got into the car. And then I realized that I had gotten on the wrong train and woke up.

I hope this dream doesn't inspire you to create future expo content...