Dreams. Auto-translated

I prefer tea with pastries and cookies with chocolate and nuts.

Based.

Milky Ways

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Besides, there’s no point in the people here meeting up in real life anymore. I, for one, have already talked about everything, and I don’t have anything left to say. At least this way, there’s still a little bit of mystery. For example, Morning could be an old woman, Naiko could be a hairy, fat man, and Nebo could be a girl. So, you can exclude me; I won’t be going anywhere anyway.

Oh no, they exposed me – I’m actually a fat, hairy goofball!

You yourself wrote about this. Well, I'll add something. In the Heroes III section, the guys also had a get-together, a group photo, and then what? They went their separate ways and disappeared somewhere. These guys, the very first ones, you might know them; I joined much later.

What made you think of that? They probably already have grandchildren they're taking care of.

The sky might not be a lifesaver. Although, no, that's impossible.

I dreamt that $ and € became worth more than 1000.

1000 of what? Asugushian rems? :D

I dreamt that $ and € became worth more than 1000.

Don't touch it, it's for the New Year.

The reins are made of silver, so their value is not subject to the same volatility as paper money...

And the XW databases, what are they made of? :D

Unfortunately, it’s not made of gold.

Made from scraps.

It used to be a symbol of exclusivity here. Now, I don't know.

But in general, negative Battle.net IDs are made from scraps.

First, I dreamt of a scene, apparently inspired by the Revans and Nebkas. Some tanned young woman decided to get fresh with me, and she was getting quite handsy, so I had to hold her back. As if that weren't enough, a third arm grew on her, and it was quite difficult to hold all three of her limbs with just my two hands – but nothing, a man must uphold his honor 😎.

Then, I had a more pleasant dream, as if I were living in some kind of post-apocalyptic city, on the ruins of a past civilization. All around were gray-brown skyscrapers with strange mechanisms everywhere, especially on the roofs. They were quite functional; these pieces of incomprehensible metal somehow cyclically rolled, swayed, and rotated back and forth, making monotonous clicking or percussive sounds. But there were also new buildings in that city, mostly white stone churches... Surprisingly, the old and the new blended quite well, a fusion of old life and new life, as if nature itself had tried to demonstrate the essence of evolution, and the connection of heterogeneous elements into a whole, complete, and indivisible entity.