Posts from Dreams. Auto-translated

Yes, I also sometimes dream about school, and the initial theme is usually the same: something like, there's still one last diploma to get or one last class to finish. And even though nothing bad or stressful happens in the dream, it's just that I have to go back to school again. So, I think the connection here isn't with specific events that happened there, but rather with the fact that my psyche is permanently scarred by the pressure to get an education.

At least I don't have to dream about Student Day...

No need, because it's every day for you anyway...

Billions of student days lived personally by Nebkom.

The other day, I had a dream about school, by the way. Probably because of our discussions. I remember it was in my modified school. I was sitting in a classroom with my classmates (though it wasn't necessarily all of them), and we were either waiting for the teacher or doing something else. I only remember that everyone looked quite fashionable. Someone dyed their hair, someone got a new haircut, and the clothes weren't school uniforms. Apparently, my brain couldn't imagine everyone being older, so it just made them stylish. As a result, we probably started doing something, maybe playing a game or something, but I ended up with a hammer and some gold strips for decoration or something, plus I got a task, or I volunteered (because I won something), which was to decorate the classroom door with this gold stuff. When I was almost done, our class teacher (the first one) came and told me to take it all down. I don't remember why, but it wasn't supposed to be there. That's the kind of nonsense it was. Then I had another dream about a street party by the water (maybe that same night, or maybe not) with various acquaintances and relatives who were just in the background somewhere. I remember that we all ended up on some kind of steamboat where a party was being held. There was a dance hall, a dining hall, and so on. I met an interesting girl, we talked, and it seemed like we were planning to continue communicating after the party. Then, somehow, I found out that there was a bomb on the ship and tried to warn everyone, but I guess I didn't have time. As a result, the ship docked, half of the passengers got off, and the other half didn't (maybe I was running around personally warning everyone, so I didn't have time, including the captain), and the ship sailed away again, and then exploded. And only then did I notice that the girl had stayed on the steamboat, and I felt really sad about it. And today, there was a mini-horror dream, but I don't remember much of it

Another stupid dream. Basically, it was some kind of train station. And there I was. Only, I wasn't a human anymore, but some kind of monster. Huge, I never even thought I could become that big. My shoulders were enormous, and there were little people down below. I didn't understand what I was supposed to do, and then I woke up.

You were huge.

Is such a dream considered "school/university/studies"? I am a student at a military academy, which, however, outwardly resembles a typical university campus in Moscow: a nondescript collection of buildings mixed with Stalinist architecture near the metro entrance, several courtyards with crowds of people – both students and random passersby. It is assumed that today we are taking a very strange test – we choose one of the suggested topics on a bulletin board and then present it to the "general." Of course, the general is not present, nor should he be, and it is completely unclear where and in what format this test will take place. A meaningless crowd of students wanders around the bulletin board like flies in a jar, spreading throughout the courtyards and corridors. Sometimes they try to find any instructions on the bulletin board – a room or at least a building number, and sometimes a random adult tells us to go here, but when we get there, we are again standing around waiting for who knows what, and so on, again and again. In the end, at one point, I separate from the herd of idiots wandering back and forth and lose my last bearings in this ridiculous academy: where to go, which building and room, what time all this will be – it is completely unclear. I see a kiosk selling small snacks and also fruits and vegetables, and I decide to buy an apple. The apple turns out to be not exactly rotten, but slightly bruised – in general, not in perfect condition, but edible. I say, "I'll pay with QR code." In response, I see incomprehension, "what is that," "no, we don't accept that," and I realize that I am not in a jurisdiction where this cashless payment method is common. I say, "Okay, then card." I take off my backpack and begin to rummage through all its compartments for a long and tedious search for my wallet, which contains the cards. The saleswoman holds the bruised apple and waits for me to find it; about ten people are already in line behind me, grumbling a little, but barely. After a couple of minutes, I give up and close my backpack, saying, "Let's do a transfer." I go into the banking app, and it has been updated, and not only has the interface become less user-friendly, but it has been completely overhauled and redirects to a third-party website-service with its own interface and everything else. I start looking for where the transfers are, I click around for a few more minutes, the saleswoman is waiting for me with the rotten apple in her hand, and about 25 people are behind me. I start very slowly, with one finger, with mistakes and corrections, typing "payment by transfer" into the search bar on the website; about 45 people are in line behind me – but, surprisingly, they are not grumbling much, they are standing and enduring, and the saleswoman sighs, continuing to hold the apple. I am already thinking that maybe I don't really want this apple, and in the end, I say, "Okay, never mind," and leave, having spent about 15 minutes in total. At this point, I wake up an hour and a half before my alarm, and I don't even try to go back to sleep – this dream has overwhelmed me so much that I am sure it will return, and I don't know how to move forward with it.

I dreamt that the player characters somehow ended up in a dungeon teeming with monsters, where they were teleported to different locations and had to survive. Not only monsters, but also all sorts of assassins were hunting them. I don't remember what happened to the others, but a thin, bald guy in rags (no, not Gollum) was hunting Alaria, and he would immediately run away after attacking. Each time, he inflicted injuries, and by the final attack, she was missing two feet and one hand. The creation of the character was abruptly saved by NPCs – mercenaries who appeared out of nowhere, who had previously seemed like decent guys. After finding Alaria unconscious, they initially engaged in some inappropriate conversations, but then decided to save her and even gave her a potion that healed all her injuries... but also allowed the healer to cast a curse that altered her personality. In Alaria's case, they made it so she believed she was some kind of forest maiden from a story, which manifested in the following ways: 1. She called herself by that name. 2. She imitated the sounds of wild animals. 3. She believed she could play the flute (and the description immediately clarified that this didn't actually give her the skill). Another effect also stated that her personality would become "friendly/peaceful." After this, the leader of the mercenaries clearly hoped to make her fall in love with him, in some way that only he understood. I only remember that I intentionally annoyed the NPCs by constantly performing point 2 at inappropriate times. I also remember that they were heading on a quest to the forest from the story, intending to kill the witch who, it seemed, was the creator of the potion. Perhaps, saving Alaria from this unfortunate fate was the purpose of this quest, but I didn't watch the dream any further. I'm not sure what caused this strange dream. Perhaps it's related to the upcoming quest for Locke in the coven, where there might be personality-altering curses.

Reven, write down this idea (no, I feel bad for our champions, they still have to beat the Lich).

[a standard joke: it's strange that Alaria got injured, and not Gillon, although he was off-screen; maybe he got more injuries than we saw].

Yeah, it seems like Gion was thrown further away from the quest location. That's Gion for you.

Rhubarb, write this down as an idea.

No need. Better to turn her into a succubus...

There's something ironic about this dream because I used the name Alaria even before Ream, a couple of times, when I played as the Dryad Queen in CoE. True, the link leads to the wiki for the fifth part, but I used the name in the third or fourth. But those are just nuances...

Your subconscious transmits to you the true, forgotten essence of Alaria.

Thank you, I'll pass.

I'm sleeping a lot these days, but I don't have many dreams. The last thing I remember is my brother, with whom we're always comparing heights and playing basketball.

The dream was long; I've forgotten the beginning, and I only remember the part where my classmate (yes, that one) was arguing with a pretty girl we were walking with, a girl we knew and liked. I don't know what it was about; maybe she didn't like his attention, or something else. In the end, he was acting quite aggressively, even grabbing her, and I got tired of standing there and waiting for them. Besides, after that, I had to intervene, and I even thought it would come to a physical altercation, but he just snapped, said something, and stormed off, sulking. We, along with this girl, started walking towards home (maybe to the bus stop or somewhere else). She started thanking me and wanted to kiss me. But for some reason, I didn't really want to; maybe it wasn't the right time, maybe I was in a hurry, or maybe I felt awkward because of the situation, or I didn't want it to be so rushed, because we were on a pedestrian street, and people were walking around, and she clearly wanted to do it quickly because it was a narrow street, and I wanted it to last longer, so we needed a different place. In the end, I had to do it, but I didn't really feel the moment, and I even felt a slight disappointment. I don't know why. So, we said goodbye; I don't remember how, maybe a part of the memory is missing, and then I was already in familiar places, holding a cat and my toy rabbit. Maybe they were always with me, plus a backpack, and that's why I was rushing home. The sidewalk was all dug up, with dirt everywhere and holes in it, like from some groundhogs or something. The cat escaped from my hands and ran into these tunnels, and it was really inconvenient to catch him. He annoyed me a bit, so I spat and went home, thinking he'd come out on his own, it wouldn't be a big deal. But then, my real-life consciousness, which is responsible for everything, seemed to wake up, and so I went back and still got him out, even though he was a little brat and tried to bite me. After all, there's a road nearby, and how could I just leave him on the street? It's dangerous. But I don't have that cat in real life anymore, so... Although, in terms of personality, he was more like my female cat.

The first dream of this year began with an assault on an expensive mansion, as if it were some kind of game or something similar. For some reason, I was hanging back on the sidelines, watching a group run up the stairs inside the house, which then split into two wings. Then I saw dots on the radar, which started to dwindle. A team of noobs, as usual. I ran toward the gunfire, went up, and that's when the full-on drug trip began. Only one person was left from the squad, and it was Xi Jinping, and he wasn't in combat gear, but in his regular suit. GG WP. So, we went through a door that led into a Γ-shaped or T-shaped corridor. We hadn't even peeked around the corner when Biden came out (quite a twist, huh?). There were more guys behind him, and we were already surrounded from behind. Okay, I thought, now we'll talk. And from that moment, the dream no longer felt like a game. Then we suddenly ended up on a corner sofa — Xi and I were sitting on one half, and Joe was on the other (to the left of us). Someone was standing to the right, maybe more behind us. Guards and possibly assistants. Here, the dream gets even more drug-addled. I don't remember the sequence of actions — maybe they all happened at once — but I'll try to put them in order. Joe started to slowly "merge" off the sofa. You know how it happens in comedy cartoons. A guy is sitting and starts to slowly edge away, or even slide along the surface, trying to slip out of sight unnoticed. Well, that's exactly what he did — he started sneaking off the sofa, and even over the back of it. The people on the right also began to slowly back away. I leaned slightly toward Xi and said, "They're going to do something with the sofa soon, maybe blow it up." He answered me in Chinese, and I didn't understand (maybe just with an accent and quietly). We couldn't make a move, given the clear sense of danger. In the end, we just had to sit there. By the way, I forgot to mention that at some point the sofa started moving, like a car. It felt like we were going somewhere, while everyone was sitting normally, and the background was a street scene that was also moving, like in a racing game. So, when they moved away, the sofa fell apart or tipped over. We fell onto a "road" that turned out to be something like a wide treadmill or conveyor belt (common in games, by the way). We rolled backward along this thing, and suddenly glowing (maybe slightly electric) horizontal bars appeared in our path, preventing us from rolling all the way to the end. They would push us slightly forward, we'd roll back to them again, and so on. They didn't span the entire belt, I think, but moving sideways was nearly impossible. No idea how they were even attached, but logic isn't needed here, because this is clearly a trope from console games, just like the conveyor belt. Then I realized this was some kind of trap, and I might have even shared that with Xi. Then there was another jump, and this thought was brought up in a discussion with HeroesWorld guys, concerning the expee and Revan, who traps characters this way so they won't reach their story's ending and will keep playing his game endlessly. That was the dream. Draw your own conclusions...

I fell asleep again later, and there was more chatter about HWs and some plot, but I only remembered that a Heroes player was compared to Eeyore the donkey, because he's also sad