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Heh, I once had a dream about zombies too... My friend and I were running away from them. I also remember a really gruesome dream... I was riding a tram, and it suddenly turned onto the wrong route... So I had to walk. I was walking along the road, and I noticed that there was no sidewalk and the road went under a bridge. I thought, "Okay, I'll go over the top." So I started walking through the grass, and I saw holes in it. It turned out to be a roof! Like a house with a grassy roof. Someone started shouting downstairs (apparently because I had hit an antenna), so I sped up. Then I jumped off the roof because I couldn't see a way to get to the sidewalk, and the grass wasn't very strong. I jumped down and saw the entrance to the house. It turned out to be a wooden structure covered with grass on top... or rather, it was like a lawn on the roof. I went into the house, walking quietly and looking around. The atmosphere was normal, with cabinets, a TV, and so on... *I don't remember much after that.* I think I met someone... either a guy (maybe the one from the top), or a girl in the house, whom I later rescued. I don't remember. Then the owners came (there were two of them). I ran into a bedroom, and the person who was with me, I don't know where he went. I went in, and there was only a bed and some kind of dresser in the room. I found a pistol, and then this guy ran in. I started shooting at him, but he didn't care. Then he grabbed something sharp... or maybe I switched weapons. I don't remember. But I think there was a knife, a chainsaw, maybe something else. Anyway, I started cutting up this creep with whatever I had, his legs and arms... He was covered in blood, but he was still alive. I got tired of trying to kill him, and there was so much blood... I don't remember what happened after that

I often dreamt that I was jumping, higher than the treetops, and couldn't stop. It was a bit unsettling, but also cool. After a while, I also started to distinguish between dreams and reality, which is quite common if you have frequent dreams. If they are rare, you probably won't notice that you're dreaming.
Although, we dream all the time. We just don't always remember them. And when we don't remember, it seems like we slept "without dreams."

I still remember a dream about CS, but we were the bots ourselves... I don't remember it very well, but it was an interesting dream...
I'll tell you the ending.
The map was Dust 2... everyone knows that when you're on the counter-terrorist side, there's a hole in the wall on the right... well, in the dream, there was a similar hole, but on the left...
*end* Me, my friend, and someone else (don't know who, don't remember)... we climbed onto this hill and started shooting (sometimes in one direction, sometimes in another), but we weren't shooting at the bots, but at monsters... I don't even know where they came from... they were big, fast, and terrifying... in general, we were shooting them off, and they kept coming and coming... we were practically lying on these rocks (the hill), and they could reach our feet, so we tried to kill them before they got close... but there were many of them, and they kept getting closer... we couldn't kill them fast enough, and in the end, they reached us...
P.S. I don't remember the death, but it seems like something jumped on me, and that was the end.

I had some dreams about zombies, and they were quite unpleasant. There was also a dream where I was flying – and it's true, you get scared when you're at such a height, and you can't stop, nor do you want to. I'll tell you about a dream I promised to share a long time ago. I was walking through my village. I approached a basement to relieve myself. I hadn't even finished unbuttoning my pants when I turned around. There were two iron poles, about chest-high. And hanging under his armpits on them was my friend, almost torn to shreds. The front part of his skull was missing. And this was in the middle of the village, around noon. So, I ran away, because I was afraid they would blame me for the murder (of course, it's nonsense, a person couldn't do that with his bare hands, but it was just a dream). I ran around the corner, and a guy met me and said that my friend had been killed. Well, I made big eyes and pretended not to believe it. People were already gathering there. Then, something strange happened – it became evening (dark, that is, my dreams are always a bit blurry), and at the same time, I saw three "Gazelle" vans stop at the neighboring house, and our local thugs ran out of them. I immediately understood that they wanted to kill me, and they had killed my friend because I had some minor problem in my personal life, which didn't even bother me much, let alone anyone else, and no one should even know about it. So, I and another friend of mine (who appeared out of nowhere) ran into the house near where I was relieving myself, into a random entrance, and ran up to the last floor, to an apartment where we didn't know who lived. This was so that they couldn't guess where we were. It turned out to be an apartment where two female students lived, and when they heard what was happening, they agreed to hide us. My friend decided to go on reconnaissance. I closed the door behind him, but it was a strange door. It was very difficult to close – you had to press it hard (it opened outwards), and the lock was loose. It slipped out of my fingers, and then I heard footsteps on the stairs. I tried to close it again, but the door was forced open. There was another friend of mine. But his eyes were gleaming, he was red, and he seemed very nervous. I understood that these thugs had sent him to search for me in the apartments (well, not just him, but he was the one who found me). I told him to say that he hadn't found me. He nodded nervously again and left, and I knew he would betray me. And then there was a knock on the door, which I had finally closed, and the student came to open it. I hid behind the door in a "furniture" pose (now the door somehow opened inwards). The student was immediately pushed aside, and I was thrown to the floor, lying on my back. I understood that my friend, who had gone on reconnaissance, had also been killed. Well, the main thug sat down on the sofa in front of me and nodded to his henchman. And the henchman had a chainsaw in his hands. He raised it. I decided to die with a bang and kicked him. Which he skillfully chopped off. I decided to kick again, but the guy was clearly charged up and chopped that off too, I didn't even have time to hit. I hit with my hand (although I was lying on my back and he was at a respectful distance). He chopped that off too, but it flew off strangely and the bone sticking out of the stump pierced his chest (no need to say that this is nonsense, I know that myself). The leader looked at me, said "forget it, you're some kind of psycho," and simply blew my head off with a shotgun. Happy ending. True, then I was somehow sitting on the sofa and realized that I was watching a cartoon like "Metalocalypse" about myself, and that there was an episode where I took out these thugs. I started watching it, and the dream ended. That's the kind of nonsense it was

plan, Exz, I was reading this, and I almost died of fright :O
:D
"Tell me what you dream about, and I'll tell you how much of a **** you are":)))))

Well, I think after that, it's safe to say that it's harmful for me to even exist and think. To be honest, I was quite surprised myself when I had such a dream.

The subconscious is a scary thing:)
I once had the following dream...

I was with a friend, either on a hike or just "found myself" in a village standing on a swamp.
It was getting dark. Horrible shadows were appearing all around. And the village was completely empty. Not a soul. I immediately understood that it was because of the terrible creatures. In general, I knew that we needed to spend the night there, because continuing our journey at night, through such swamps and scary forests, without waiting for morning, would be a very unpleasant way to commit suicide.
For some reason, we weren't waiting in the village itself, but on its outskirts, near an old house. Going into the village, and especially into the houses, was simply absurd, I don't know why. There was something bad emanating from it...
It felt like evil.
And we were standing knee-deep in the swamp right next to the wall of the house, waiting for morning. There was also this feeling – either we had a fire, or we didn't.
And suddenly, I clearly realized that "they're coming." I could already hear some kind of howling. And to the left was the cursed village, behind, to the right, and in front – swamps, and beyond them, about a hundred meters away, a forest with scary, gnarled trees.
And from everywhere we heard moans, howls, knocks, rustling, and on the edge of visibility, there were already some silhouettes. Many silhouettes.
And right in the air, a strange gray man appeared, without arms, walking awkwardly; he was a monster, in general.
I remember, we were scared, we stood still, and he was walking towards us, but somehow very slowly. I say "we" because I felt the presence of my friend, but throughout the dream, I never actually saw him.
And suddenly, it started to get a little lighter, and I realized that there was a chance to survive. Then, a scream came from the cursed village, and I saw a little man running towards us, shouting for us to leave, because it was a very terrible place. And we went through the village, reached the road that had appeared there, and somehow... got away from there.
And in the morning, I was driving past the village with my relatives. We stopped there, I visited our "overnight" spot, and then someone scratched our car hood. And we left.
That's it.

Creepy... Yeah, I don't like having those kinds of moments in my dreams. When someone is chasing you, and you're running away. And you're running so slowly... As if you're in jelly. And it doesn't really matter who's chasing you.
There was another dream. I'm walking through a birch grove, alone. I'm talking to a friend on the phone. We were making plans to hang out. So, I happily say something like, "I'll be there soon," and then a voice, coming from everywhere, all at once. It's very loud... And I can't describe it... Well, approximately... It's like the sound when the batteries in a cassette player die, and the recording starts playing slower, but this voice wasn't speaking slowly; it was speaking at a normal speed. And it mockingly asked me to repeat what I had just said. And it immediately became clear that I wasn't going anywhere from here. That's when I understood what it means to "wake up in a cold sweat."

Where were you when you were writing the script for S.T.A.L.K.E.R.? No Cthulhu can compare... Lovecraft is looking for talent.

I have the same dream twice a year, following the same scenario: "Quake 3 Arena TeamPlay Mode," "Me vs. Dekanat." It's a session game with an unpredictable outcome.

I have this dream once a month where I fall (or slip) and then wake up, and it feels so real, like I actually fell – it’s such a great feeling :D.

Dude, I also chopped that guy with a saw, but he was immortal, damn it =(..(I don't remember about the hands and feet, whether I cut them off or not).. and there were only scratches on his body, but a lot of blood)

and I also had a dream where I was flying, but only with the help of... hmm... some kind of device that you wear on your back, like a backpack =)

P.S. Did I tell you about the dream where I had a broken arm and a helicopter crashed into the water?)))

Dude, I don't get it. Is this a bar, or did you come here to decipher dreams with some interpreter? What kind of nonsense are these dreams? I read your posts and I'm wondering if I should even go to sleep tonight, or if it will all just pass?

Wolf, come on... I just want to talk about different things) we can't just break chairs and drink all the time =)
let's talk about something else today...

yesterday I went to the ophthalmologist... (I have problems with my eye... and the other one is starting to have problems too...)... they prescribed medicine, told me to put two drops in both eyes, four times a day... I have to go back to them in two weeks... if it doesn't go away, they'll have to remove it...
it's not related to my vision... I can see almost as well as I always have =)

P.S. and here I found a new topic)) hehe

Arandor, I sympathize – I hate having to put eye drops in.
I hope it passes without the need for surgery.