Posts from Dreams. Auto-translated

I had a strange dream last night. I won't go into details, the plot isn't the most important thing.
In my dream, I was wandering around and scratched my left leg in three places. I came home, looked at my leg, and saw three large scratches. The most interesting thing is that I was looking at them in the dream and felt pain, a burning sensation, as if it were a real wound. I woke up, and for maybe a second, or even less, I still felt the pain. What could this be? There are no sharp objects or anything in my bed that could have touched my leg while I was sleeping. Has anyone else experienced something similar?

I think you'll die soon. Well, if it's Krueger.

oh no!!!111 Krueger!!111
AAAAAAA!!!!!

A dream, very strange, similar to reality, but with altered space, zombies, and generally a mystical atmosphere. ...It starts with me talking to some person in a black cloak. It's unclear how we're talking – either we're nearby or communicating remotely using some technical means. He suggests I practice (I signed up for a beginner tournament in Heroes of Might and Magic III), gives me some kind of map, and advises me to set the difficulty level to "beginner" because on "expert," magic will be much more important than education (that's how he explained it). I leave, and then I find myself on some kind of path (somewhat similar to the beginning in Diablo 1). I walk along this path and end up near an ordinary four-story building. I approach the only entrance (?), take out my keychain (my real one), but out of the whole bunch, where I have a key for the intercom and two keys for the apartment, it turns out that I can only take one key for the main lock – it's strange, but the others are useless anyway, even when I try to take them. As it turns out, there's no intercom here. I go up to either the second or third floor (in reality, I live on the top, fourth floor), approach the door, and open it with the only key I can take. The apartment I enter has a very strange layout – after entering, there's a corridor about ten meters long and a couple of meters wide. At the end of the corridor is a small storage room without a door and with a constantly burning light. To the left at the end is an entrance to a small room, about two by two meters. And from the passage room, there are several doors leading to different rooms. After I look around the apartment, a neighbor, a young girl (about my age), knocks. I don't remember her appearance or a couple of subsequent events very well – we went somewhere together, then returned to my place. When I opened the front door, it turned out that the apartment was filled with fog (?) and the space had changed – immediately after the front door, a steep staircase appeared, leading down a couple of meters. My neighbor and I entered this fog, and at the same time, it began to dissipate. We went into the passage room, and by that time, the fog had already cleared, and then the lights went out, but I could still see quite well in the darkness, despite the lack of windows in the passage and corridor. The girl took out a pair of manicure scissors, announced that zombies would appear soon, and somehow lit up many small red LED lights on all the surfaces in the apartment. She went to check the rooms, and I went out into the corridor. I looked around a bit. There were few red LEDs, but the light was on in the storage room. In front of me was a shoe rack (like the one I have at home), and inside, there were many jackets. Then the jackets started to move, and a zombie crawled out from behind the rack. He looked just like a person (although I clearly understood that he was a zombie), I remember that he was dressed quite lightly, but I don't remember how, and I don't remember his face. He came towards me. I shouted to my neighbor about the zombie and asked how to kill it. Then the zombie himself recommended, in a perfectly normal voice, "to stick something 11-13 centimeters long into his heart." I stuck the only key I could take from my keychain into him, and although it was shorter than the size the zombie suggested, he began to disappear, but I don't remember exactly how, but I had to pull the key out of him. Then my neighbor returned, and the next zombie, very similar to the previous one, who also crawled out from behind the shoe rack, she destroyed with manicure scissors. Further events, again, I remember vaguely – the zombies kept coming, and they somehow changed. The night passed, and day broke. The corridor became light, despite the lack of windows, and the lighting still didn't work anywhere except in the storage room. The space changed – the corridor became wider to the right of the entrance, and a swimming pool appeared in it, completely blocking the dry access to the right corner (if you look from the front door). Two side doors with glass inserts appeared near the entrance. People came to the apartment. Not far from the storage room, an empty bathroom appeared, and next to it, two women with dyed burgundy hair appeared; one was sitting in the bathroom, and the other was standing next to it. They couldn't see the zombies that were appearing, and they were chatting, even though the zombies that appeared were hitting them (?), but my neighbor and I continued to destroy them with whatever we could find. Then, suddenly, a very strange zombie appeared – in yellow armor (like Wolverine from the cartoon I used to watch as a child). This zombie threw poisoned short spears that appeared out of nowhere but didn't disappear. He killed the two women with burgundy hair, who immediately disappeared, and almost cornered me near the front door, but my neighbor saved me, somehow getting behind him and killing him with a dart. The next zombie didn't wear as much armor, only one poisoned dart, but he had a living mace. My neighbor and I decided to run; she went through the door on the right, and I went through the door on the left. The room turned out to be very similar to my sister's room, but there was a glass door and no wardrobe. In the room, my parents and sister were sitting; my dad was sitting at the computer, but he looked like one of his friends, although I was sure it was my dad (by the way, he was the only character whose face I remembered). A living mace ran into the room, shrank, and hid under the keyboard. My parents and sister immediately started hiding their feet (or rather, their soles); my sister even climbed onto the computer desk, and I couldn't hide my feet and jumped onto the bed and hid my feet under the blanket (standing). Then the living mace crawled out from under the keyboard and climbed onto the blanket, where it started hitting me on the legs. That's where the dream ended; I started to wake up and tried to delay waking up to remember the dream... Also, towards the end of the dream, I had a strong feeling of déjà vu – I became sure that I had seen exactly the same dream a few nights earlier, but after the first zombie appeared, everything went differently; that dream was less surreal but more bloody. Whew, I've told it. Now I can forget it:rolleyes:

Today I dreamt that I was killing demons and all sorts of evil creatures. I wasn't alone, and it was like in a game, i.e., we went to special places where we could gain experience and other things. We were really fighting, and I could see it with my own eyes. But that's not the main thing. The best part was that I could fly again! Yes, this has happened before... Although it's hard to call it flying; it's more like I was floating. I walk, I want to fly, and it starts: the air lifts me up, and I rise. But if I go too high, it's hard to come down. I haven't mastered this yet, but I like it; it's great. P.S. I've had this kind of flying dream before. I don't remember how many times, maybe once or twice. I always fear flying too high because I might fly away. In previous dreams, I flew through houses and trees. P.P.S. In my childhood, I dreamt about a jetpack; that was cool too.

I almost never remember my dreams... Today I tried to remember: at first, I dreamt about a war, a classic medieval one (I don't remember anything else); and then about a heated debate on a forum - I said something like "capitalism is also good if it's perfect," and Amko said that competition will always exist under capitalism; or maybe that wasn't directed at me, or maybe I just didn't remember everything). It was nonsense, anyway.

Yeah, Amko even likes to argue in his dreams.

I'm even glad that I don't dream about such politically-charged nonsense.

you have plenty of it both in real life and online, right?)

That's interesting – you apparently dream about attacking someone all the time. I usually don't dream about anything. And if I do have a dream, which happens maybe once every three months, I'm constantly running away from dangerous people and objects.
Although, three or four times I've had really cool dreams with girls.

Yes, Amke is having a hard time, that’s not right.

Yeah, mine is similar to Elcidere's :O

Although, I had some pretty wild dreams about girls 3 or 4 times.

:D yeah

P.S. I also often ran away from various creeps.

Although I've had dreams 3 or 4 times where something exciting happened with girls.

It happens sometimes :rolleyes:, but rarely.
P.S. Today I dreamt that I organized some kind of rebellion in class, it was cool, but unfortunately, I couldn't watch it until the end because the alarm clock went off, damn it x_x.

today in my dream, some mean dogs and indifferent people tried to hurt my cat, so I woke up angry.
I won't let anyone hurt my little kitty!

P.S. I've noticed that if danger threatens me, I feel fear, but if it threatens someone close to me, I feel anger.